Lyrics:
without the five mics
Heads roll off hilltops when I strike
Sniper aim, stick you up for your price of fame
Like the flame, watch you get hot inside
clean like the Jeru song
Yo! MTV raps, Rakim in the back
Fab 5 Freddy in the hat interviewin' Chubb Rock
Pac in the cut with his boots and Juice
and starting at nine twenty-five
I assembled six boxes of little plastic Christmas trees
and put in the blue L.E.D.s
on kid toy cell phones with four
the straightening comb
When I'm up in 'em spittin' venoms I never go soft (never)
I make that pussy snap Back Back Back and Forth
Some more outtakes over B.Rich
the trigga on the nigga there's no need to stall
So if you run up you'll get gunned up by this quiet nigga
Shoestring won't buy it, nigga, so don't you
Niggaz up under the step from A T L to over stand me
D F, is the clique I represent, puffin' purple
Poppin' poppers, spittin' straight pimp shit
L-O-V-E can be found in you (can be found in you)
And its all over me
Jah is love no matter the name
It's one and the same
Dance
want a piece, some want the pie
Some niggas wanna skeet, me I want a lot
I'm the same cat, crossed over by my change black
If you real, won't you go
and drank, heavy on the sherm
And you don't want to get fronted by Joseph, cause his turns burn
Nigga fuck you pay me, but its been slow round here 'Ro
Nigga
cooker
Hard-boiled, like an egg, mad that they over-looked ya
Damn, shit never go right for a nigga like me
All my plots and schemes pretty much shattered
a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just living in
to this shit and quit my 9 to 5
Real talk man L Tido Glitz Gang
We grind hard all day every day ya dig
No matter what they say
I'ma grind hard
I'ma grind
Drrt, bop bop, bop, bop
Uh, what? Yeah
A-A-Astro got it runnin' uh
I'm a boss, I ain't trippin' if I take a L
Ksubi jeans on my ass, BB simon my
It's one hundred
SUC, this how we do it mayn the Take Over
It's one hundred
Me and my niggas we gon keep it one hundred
Riding around in big Benz,
got?
1, 2, 3?
I'm counting up
4, 5, 6?
Is that all you got?
Oh, wow, please
It's thanks to your hommies and your ambitious friendsemies
Living dumb in
D. Mac on Scotty G keep my hairline tight
Roll a backwood over a dutch, the shop is exit ten of the hutch
I spit this verse for unique two, five
D-F-Dub, touch down at the L-A-X
Baggage claim, I got the bitches
They're at my express one was on something
She don't even give a fuck
Bitch damn-near
Check it, in '93 they gotta raise out the hood
Or feel a million .380s blazin' like firewood
Once upon a time on the M.L.K.-strip
Five-o started
The C.O.L.O.N.Y. east coast and the west coast fuse together this shit
ain't dope it's a musical treasure never come and test a, dope MC like
Brown
oh boy
Gimme beat to make the babes drop yansh
So we can shaku zanku all over the track oh boy
Ever felt like you're in a low budget Nollywood flick
takeoff take ya panties and ya
Bra off wit the lace off bend it over so I can beat ya fuckin breaks off bout 5 you know we goin in had a flight by 7
was a pick me
Till I realized she just match my fly brown sugar Sidney
Fogging the windows in car washes by 7 eleven
Elevate her drop her on top to 7th
I got all my double C's all up in Chanel
Big body, trying to get the thing to parallel
Louis V, only time the boy take the L
Heavy on a scale
Dope
Onlyfans
I don't know who to cuff
So I decided to stay myself to keep my peace
Nowadays they grabbing the peace to get some peace
Need more L O V E then R I
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