Lyrics:
racks shawty blew up my snap
Whatchu wanna do I might let her come through
She asked for the zan I sold her the boof
She like wait for you leave
Boy I
Greenpeace and London and for production
It's all on how you truncate
Records take up space and get heavy
Hold the weight
Most MC's, I don't care what they're
Extreme-aai
This system x2 (hey...)
Street my x2
Classic x3
Right about now x2
Come on, all tha ladies,
Get on tha dance floor
And just get you're
in Seattle
That boy is my son he get hit with a paddle
He like to get tough when a nigga at work
I pushed up to his job, he got punched and scidaddled
0, 1, 2, 3 shot in the liver
Nigga wanna live with me? Hop in a rental
Nigga get played, he get played like a fiddle uh
(On God)
worry bout y’all I’m getting prepped for tsunamis
See em group up with armies
Verse 2:
But let me get back to this track & mine my damn biz…
Looking
I'm gonna fucking blow up
Imma pull into the spot I got, like I didn't start so hot
Like I didn't get so fucked on by these thots
Like I never had
He got shot before he could get off the block
Chased by the cops we done seen it a lot
All of his ops they run up the spot
They stole what he got
mistake it for softness
But I ain't no silly sappy singin softy
When push comes to shove, ya better back up off me
Cause I am 6'2 and I ain't no little
paint her face like a canvas (Yeah)
One work out and the other do dance, shit I'm finna go bananas
Scoot up to school in a new pair of Vans, getting top
Live In The Bigger Picture
Ya Niggaz Is Really Wit Ya OHHH!
[Cam'Ron]
Uhh Killa Let's Get It On
When it comes to beef, YES!! indeed it get
past up, I'm CEO
Now a don't get it, twist it, bitch
Twist it and make ya hip go
Ammunition, rock along ya maybe see fo'
I might come at a ten
You never
we came lit and shit
Ouu we came lit and
Ats) we up in this bitch
Moko ny33 w) we badass
Can you pass me the juice
Wanna dance with the crew
While we
I blow like the Dude/
Choose smoke over food/
I roll up the Dutch big as FUCK then I’m cool!/
I’m high by the pool I’ll call up the crew/
To carve up
give they two cents (Yea)
It ain't no help, It's a nuisance (Help)
Started off hurting, We're looking for servants (Ugh)
We give it to God, Get the crew
forbid you roam alone
Come on home , grab a chrome
Cuz it's demons outside and they drop like flies
If I hear they got mines , mob ties
Two nines on my
Bonjour
Aloha
What up
Allo
I go by the name of I need money
And oh by the way I left the timeclock runnin
I'm tryna see more M's than a cooking show
can't wait to get my check
Hundreds blues
Your nigga
Baby girl he a fool
Fucking theses bitches all by the 2
Ice so cold got me saying achew
Bounce dat
the whole stu-
Got the fresh look down and the whole new
Hit sound and you up out the whole crew
Get loud so you know I'm trying to hold you
We dependent
the ting with like 9 more shells
It cost 2k for a single event
By the time that you heard this line
It cost a band just to get a verse (Gang)
Hook:
Rose
way always
There’s too much love
Why can’t it be this way always
Run Lola run Lola run Lola run Lola run Lola
Wake up smell roses
It’s only us two
Ro
Now on with the show
(It's Tha Liks baby)
(It's Tha Liks baby)
One two, one two
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide
Ralph M
the toilet
Your crew ain't gon ride when is you comin'
Who is this goon claiming he ballin'
2 ain't ride if you pump in the morning
Neighbourhood is
bitch run her mouth cuz her lips work Hoe fix ya bib first
Listen up baby see we could get money just make sure ya hips work
Ask about us we done did dirt
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