Lyrics:
[Freddie Foxx]
Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight
Yeah, there`s no
Ayy, step on the floor with some passion
Get off your ass, time for some action
I'm in reality, don't got no time to imagine
Talk to my hand cause
(hah)
I know the club got enough niggas (huh!)
To slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me
Exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network!
Ha-hah!
you just testing me
So don't come close I don't like being touched
Don't shake your hand and I ain't gon' trust
Only fuck with a little cause I learned
heart I can't let you go
Whenever your
Hand touches mine
I want you here for the rest of my life
Can we lay close
Would you mind if I hold your hand
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
he Alvin
Pull up Balenci, that's how I'm stylin'
Twin gotta chill, he steady wildin'
A beast in the paint, they gotta foul me
You gotta watch how I
music
Boy I got me a temper I hope I lose it
Hope I move some units
Old and Jewish money
I been goin thru it
Cope by doin funny shit
Might lose a lung
shit, these niggas is bitch
Pass me a cigarette quick, shit is finna get thick
Your man'll get split by a brutal and critical hit
With identical dents
wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me...
[Khalid]
Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile,
since
12 or whatever
Can I get bail or will I motherfuck myself?
Well I'm off to The Land with
A hand full of balls, that's all
Just some of my dogs Mo!
Strapped with a TEC when you pull up on me
I'm with 38 baby, my neck see more water than the navy
I was finna fuck your bitch my nigga then I got lazy
I
your hands be Providence to me
And like Divine help comes to me
Quench my thirst when I'm thirsty
Animals know what I mean
When fleeing Fate's cruel
cheese
I put the techs through your
Window like a parking fee
Test me like a sample
I pull out the drums and kick him to the 808
I do what I want day
and say you bet not go to sleep without me
Lay head on my lap and close your eyes so you can peep the silence
Love it when you beat it up but right now you
Kissing on my neck and your staying off your phone oh
Oh no
Ya
Aye
I ain't really like that other
Ya
I see you touching on your body looking at me Like you
Now lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take, Jah
Father God you a hear
niggas runnin' up
Now lay it down for me
Foreign cars for all solid broads that I know
I drive through and slide all these bum bitches McDonald's
I'm
told me the flow getting nice
But baby my heart really hurt
He wasn't een rolling no dice
And 12 put my bro ona shirt
She forgot to signal her right
So
make a movie with it just to get my point across,
Dog hand cuffin' god damn join the force,
Mommy, come join the boss,
Stick your tongue out
your out for the night
So I'd dry my eyes so she didn't see me cry
And go and make sure that she's alright
But she would lock herself in her bathroom
(hah)
I know the club got enough niggas (huh!)
To slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me
Exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network!
Ha-hah!
1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T
That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats
You girls look so sexy
I wish you all were up here with me
You
see why like JoJo
Ha, ho hate me just by lookin' at my photos
Punk ass bitch, I don't want your life (punk ass bitch)
I don't want your nigga, no, we
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