Lyrics:
small cat, beat wid pipes poles and bats
Blast wid a small gat, run, and bust till his lungs collapse
And hit the corner pocket but first strip his
5-3-4
I'm that same cat, with the fofo long
You niggas run shots but you throw yours wrong
Who flow like Bleek? There is no other
You heard the title
you're on
"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on"
I spit the (ha ha ha ha ha) word bond
'cause cats out here don't be sayin' jack bone
I get raw
on
"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on"
I spit the (ha ha ha ha ha) word ball
'cause cats out here don't be sayin' jack bone
I get raw and explicit when
cats
But before I did music and movies and all that
I was moving in all black wit the toolies and all that
But now I don't got time cause I'm eatin'
candy paint leaving stains in the turning lane, in the turning lane
Them cats a mugging better chill in the turning lane, in the turning lane
I got my
cats peddle the crack
Some strive to be the man but never make it that's the granted further
What part you playin the game, who gonna slash worker
havin' the fun
Fuck all the hoes, not just one (Y'all got to go)
Here with the dogs, we all want some
Later for that, keep chasin' the cat (Y'all got
run Mr. Kardi-ni, flavours you can't deny (what)
'Cause them Circle cats rhyme so fly
Them tracks stay do or die and (what) as (what)
When them write
She moves like nobody moves
Like a cat on a hot tin roof
She sees what nobody sees
Talks sense, never gives up easy
She speaks in what she does
the pound
Now lay ya ass down
[Rob U]
We be the wild type shifty livin cats from Queens
98 hold it down, basically for my team
Mega drama in the hood, y'all
Shorties if ya hear me say yeah
(Yeah, yeah, uh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yo I don't think y'all cats want Mac to release the dragon
Catch me in
that he might get killed himself
Now wifey being trained by the F.O.I.
It was horrible, stabbed the otha cat in his eye
he was screamin tryin grab
and double the price
Snuffin' your lights, shake you like a couple of dice
Nothin' is nice, prepare for combat
Firearm cats with long gats, end up where you
cats gettin green, by all means love the war
A midnight special billy New York call
So when you squeeze it kid, of you bound to fall
[Mr. Cheeks]
guilt
Eating pork and beans or corn flakes wit no milk
In school I smacked cats in a hurry
Moms didn't care she was getting drunk wit misses berray
got the eyes of a panther
Soon we'll be mating
She's got the eyes of a panther
She making you crazy like a cat in heat
She running her claws down
Cat's foot, iron claw
Neuro surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
21st century schizoid man
Blood rack, barbed wire
I think he after me
Supposedly we was supposed to be gettin' work from this large cat
But since we know where he rest at- we goin' bogart!
Son
spitting y'all????
Shaq D also better known as stack neat
Paper, cats can't understand my caper
Getting dough is like Nas right hand
Checking nature might
A lot of cats thought the G.P. shit wouldn't make it
June Luva (Smokin)
Pop Brown Hornet (Smokin)
Rubber to the Bands (Smokin)
Down Low...
grands up pack fans up with wild cats
Bustin live gats
Claimin that you illa than me, now how's that
In the bridge hangin with the thugs menaces
Images
conspicuous
Eye of the tiger, I know these cats are sick of this
Ridiculous sayin' these cats don't love Black
This is Bad Boy, I puttin' it where it 'posed
clout, niggas runnin' they mouth
It's still Death Row mackin' when gangs start crackin'
Askin' all you cats in this game yo what's happenin'
Hoes talk
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