Lyrics:
in your du-rag too son?
Nigga, you're a kool-aid dude
Plus your bitch might lick it
Wonder who let you come to 12
With your doo-doo crew, son, fuck
in your du-rag too son?
Nigga, you're a kool-aid dude
Plus your bitch might lick it
Wonder who let you come to 12
With your doo-doo crew, son, fuck
a flogging
Robing hood robbing
Richie rich's mom's pocket
It's Garbagio at the Balagio
Flaming barsuda
Anderson reporting on Bradley Cooper
(F**cking love
I'll f*cking do anything
Take me to a place
I put my trust in you
I know it's okay
That I'm not fine
I need saving
I wanna feel at home
I need some
Young kid'll live by goldie advice's
Pimp hoe's that come across so righteous
F*** though, promote on the Rolley ices
Yo, that's why my jewelery
bars of death, here comes a bad Mother F
Don't say another (shh) don't take another
Mic check one, One, checky two
What's this? The old switcharoo, huh!
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
Ain't no way around it
If you can look at a crew and you know
Who the boss is without
Looking, then you got
You got the wrong boss
You got the wrong
You don't really wanna stop
Eh eh
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Yeah yeah, uh-huh, check it out, yeah, c'mon
Whether you like it hard or the live guitars
and try to punk
'Cause I'm a hit you in the face with it
I got a posse of crews to serve blues if you fuck with it
Yo, the Prode'je spoke and choke
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
times roll so
It's F Side, RUDEWRLD and Selektiff
These are all my niggas and the crews that I mess with
Girls wanna sex with
Freshy in this hoe
I don't
and yo soul rise high
remember the DEAD don't die less they F*** WIT' I !!!
[Ja Rule]
N****z know who dope yo
S*** the flow is retched
And my gee
I don’t even pop no pills
But I’m on one
N I’m always riding with a stick
In case you on sum
(Verse 2)
F*cking with my dawgs
I brought guns in
one degree
Surrounded by niggas who did first degree
And the other ones that never got they first degree, sheesh
Lucky me (nigga), yeah, I done
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
am?
II'll see you, I know exactly where you're at
That so you don't have to wonder and
Try to find out who I am
You will SEE who I am
I will tell you
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
and 'burbs for word placement
Back when the independent scene remained faceless
We were the only crew who promised your ass we'd take it
Mold it, shape
gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
lady
Word Word
I said
Lets not pretend
You and i know we'll be f****** as friends
Have you forget ya man like "Yo Who that again ?"
Girl
All you
And every one who wish for our downfall
Fuck every thing you do and your all crew
I make songs you make noise with no style
This time there ain't time
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