Lyrics:
gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
It's getting greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
inside the club
Do you really wanna thug or do ya want love?
She gets the paper when it's time to get it on
She keeps these clowns thinking like Jack B.
the crowd said so
Dance! Cuts rip your pants
Eric B. on the blades, bleedin' death. Call an ambulance!
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
A magnum
for me face the judge and lie for me
P. I. T. T. S. B. U. R. G. H.
Represent to the fullest
And I'm putting cowards back into place
When I'm
know about a Robb Report
'Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggas ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
Like 'Eric B. for Pres,'
driving me insane
Disguising Hell as pain
Mistress of the whip
Feeling my willpower slip
Tightening your grip
S. A. D. I. S. T.
Mistress of the whip
now
Jagged edge (u no that u looovvveee)
The Notorious (notorious)
B. I. G
The Biggie duets
Notorious
Bad boys
Show enough (Show enough)
progress
I come in the tradition of
Harriet Tubman, Ida B. Wells, Ella Baker, and Angela Davis
Mixed with a little bit of Jada Pinkett Smith and Cardi B
click
Talking 'bout, "Ruck, let's battle," on some 8 Mile shit
I'm like, "Nigga, my name ain't B. Rabbit"
It's Sean Price, Big Ruckus from busting
Yeah, you know some people say love is just a gamble
But whatever it is, it's enough to drive old B. mad
They say love is just a proposition people
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
[Featuring Mia X Mo B. Dick]
Chorus (2x):
You just don't know what you do to me
And I hope you know what you got
Master P:
I
[Mo B. Dick]
Things ain't what they used to be.
Things ain't what they used to be.
[Verse 1: Master P]
I remember back in the days it wasn't
speak to me for days at a time
Oh baby, I know you're gettin' old
And your little temper b. won't really mind
Oh, we'll be sittin' close together
to be.
You can't cope with B.
That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
(That's no good to me.)
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me.
That's no good
how its supposed to be.
You can't cope with B.
[Chorus]
That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
(That's no good to me.)
Don't need no-one
That's
one, I know it's a lie,
You're stripping me of all my Human rights
Manipulation.
M. A. N. I. P. U. L. A. T. I. O. N.
M. A. N. I. P. U. L. A. T. I. O. N.
froze
Pray to God
The Devil
Would never
Hold my soul
What it's like to be A. Jet
You'll Never Know
What it's like to be A. Jet
You'll Never Know
Aye
Yeah
Yeah
Draft day, Johnny Manziel
Five years later, how am I the man still?
Draft day, A. Wiggins
Fuck that other side, bitch we stay
wasn't no limit, baby
We just gon act a fool then
That's what we gon do magic
Master P and Mo B. D
Some more foolish brothers
Tryna to make it happen, you
the crowd said so
Dance! Cuts rip your pants
Eric B. on the blades, bleedin' death. Call an ambulance!
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
A magnum
to burn
I stay on my J-O-be
Nigga, me, P. Diddy, B. are-O-be
[P. Diddy]
The fam baby, Bad Boy
[Chorus: x4]
[P. Diddy]
Yeah, I want
past the seats
Me with the twin eagle, B. Sigel and Bleek
And I got the whole city ready to throw toast wit' me
I'm loved, niggas want to throw
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