Lyrics:
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
know me
Son force so strong, call me Toby-One
Spell it N-to-the-E-to-the-R-to-the-D
Got murked by nerd with an OP 1
I'm on the beats, smashin' 'em up
Got
a relationship!)
Yeaaaa
King Skie
God forgive me for jackin' this beat (Jackin' this beat!)
Yea, Baltimore City what up
Ya dig, we know what to call it
It's
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
Master P tape in [repeated to fade]
Yo, there go Master P
[Master P talking]
Ahh, yeah ya know what I'm sayin'
This is for them punk, punk pussy
fall die
Them niggaz they catch 'em slugs, fuckin around with the S-P-I
Hit the corner on a 3 wheel with a 4-5 by my side
Its a shame up in 90, niggaz
dry nd tha work run out
But do we have fear we got tha Drought
Tha Drought dats wen dem killaz come out
Dats wen tha jackin nd kidnappin
You'll b hearin
what it takes
To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick
my killers, this for all my dawgs
This for all my niggas that I just left behind the wall (Helluva made this beat, baby)
I'm back fuckin' with raw
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my er
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I’m like a mink while
the next shit, the next shit
Yo yo yo, I scatter data that'll have my niggas' catamaranin'
Around yachts cop figures like Knotts Landin'
The last batter
One time, for everybody who could rhyme
Two times, for anyone who stay kind
Three times, for the ones who use they mind
Four times for the people
why our four tour buses hit more cities than Greyhound
Hip-hip hooray, Tha Liks is on the way
I'm like the homey that drops by, and stays all day
We
to Oakland
Still upset with the police because my window was broken
But my beat was still bumpin' and my amp was still pumpin'
And my nine was in my lap if
Prodigy of the money ima doah child
Hah
Niggas jackin' yo shit I mean yo style
Freeze
Gorilla da gang like ouu ahh
Let it bang and it sang like boom bah
nigga is sellin' narcotics
You'd rather see, me in the pen
Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in a Benz-o
Beat a police out of shape
And when I'm finished,
nigga is sellin' narcotics
You'd rather see, me in the pen
Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in a Benz-o
Beat a police out of shape
And when I'm finished,
the don
Straight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sit
[Chorus: x4]
A yeah yeah
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
I hold
this fo' radio/
Yet they wanna play it tho/
Could it be the ill beat flow?/
Blowing up ya stereo/
Misfits stars o' the show/
Maybe that's why…
Hook:
Twenty inch wheels is what I roll
And when I pass yo bitch all outta control
Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers
The 4-7 the big pipe user
Hoe abuser
Its
LTS on the beat, hoe
I'ma just slide through his block, and if he keeps on dissin' then there goes his top
New op, New op, I'ma just slide through
(Glo made that beat?)
Gang, gang, gang
Everything dead, pussy
Dummy
Niggas linkin' up
(Everything K)
Get hit with them, killed 'em
(Big EBK,
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
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