Lyrics:
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
start by makin' it clear
That ain't got a thing to do with us
Tell me what it is that I gotta do, baby
For you to be my girlfriend?
And girl, I know
soloquise
Don Corleone Don Corleone
Tell em use them brain make dem no carry yarn
Boys in the south, boys fi the south
Tell em use them brain
Tell em
goddamn
I do what i can for you but i
Can't be true cause a man needs two
Understand
I'm not trying to be some asshole here I can
Tell by your look but I
don't know what makes these little
Dudes all get into conflict
With somebody that'll bloody up your
Body and stomp 'em
I tell boys "I'm the shit" you
Know
Dead dead Ima kill em
Dead dead dead dead
With the needle and thread
(Jocin' in the park
I'm cold with it)
Dead dead dead sing indian red
(Jocin' in
I can tell you threatened when you look me in the eyes
I can tell you threatened by the way you walk by
I can tell you threatened you ain't even
wrapped around a fuckin' white brick
White chick, try to tell me what the price is
Nice kids, we was tryin' rob 'em hundred bands
Son of Sam, make
Pennsylvania and some from Maryland
To see the Rebel boys get spanked by Honest Abe's broad hand
We said we'll run â??em to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay
But
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
clothes
And by the end of the night I'll have a million hoes
I like hood boys
Yeah
They from the gutter
He got lots of bitches I wish I could tell his
of these niggaz guns right here boy!
It's goin down!
[Chorus: x2]
I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em
I showed 'em I showed 'em I
a little something like this
(Hook)
My mom would play
Lost boys
DMX
Billie holiday
Camron
Naughty by nature
Mary j
Long car rides same song replayed
the one
Who's gone hold you tight
Whatcha say?
Hey boy, tell me whatcha say?
Can I give you sum to feel?
Lemme putcha in ya zone
Need ya right here by my
gettin to it
Tell me why them niggas hatin tho
Boy we got the same 24
What you waitin on?
My every move is a must watch
I'm trying to touch knots
And let
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
The end result
B-boy Destruction
Party after party
Jam after jam
The weak would hang
Surrounded by the gang
Dangerous times
And corrupted minds
My pledge
Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit
But a hundred bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint
This Hot Boy click laid back and spy
a lotta people, music overseas
And tell em bout the one who by my side, he watching over me
They hate to see me doing good, man, what's the reason
They only
yea' that boy now he fried
He a spliff, put that boy in the sky
Look hit em' one low, hit em' one high (look)
Played wit' his life now that boy he gotta'
me right now
Fuck who got next
Tell them boys I got now
Put you on a first class
We don't do the greyhound
Like, Like, Like wow
All your friends
niggas all offended by my views of the 6
When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan
Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan
Tried to do the same
I just hit ah mode pass go I can't just stop now
Used to be the strong silent type I talk a lot now
I'm the golden boy it's a problem niggas pop out
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