Lyrics:
gotta sit in the bing
So for them, I flood my chain and piss in my ring
Yea, shit on these niggas 'til I sit wit the Lord
I woulda been home last year
gotta sit in the bing
So for them, I flood my chain and piss in my ring
Yea, shit on these niggas 'til I sit wit the Lord
I woulda been home last year
got plenty money
What's in my pocket, dawg, big face hundreds
Just left the mall, bought everything that I wanted
I kinda mad wit' you haters, I'm real
FOLKS THATZ LISTING
AND WATCHING MY MOVE
There's REAL SHIT you CAN QUOTE
I'm TO GANSTA, TO STREET
SO DON?T RUN UP TO FAST
CAUSE I'm TO STRAPED WIT DAT
I'm on some other shit
I'm dressed in all black
I'm wit my niggas them
And all of us strapped
We on dat killa shit
Somebody gettin wacked
You know I
the rest of the song
We the monkey wrench, that's gonna ruin ya plan
And don't fuck wit John Cena, I'm a bad, bad man
With The Mic In My Hands I'm A Bad
Well I'm fresh up outta jail wit no job
so I steal and rob
creepin through them parks and runnin them bitches
up off them boulevards
this that
record spins, resort to reckonin
Recallect, rewind, let me rephrase
Better recognize retard and relay some respect
Or be raided by regrets, remainin wit
(brrrrrrrrr)
Mannie Fresh, laced me wit this beat, you know (Yeah!)
You under smell it, we got's to get some money baby
Ma I got to look good
We got to get
gone go outside, pop the trunk, and come back in the club wit the
sawed-off pump
And make the whole club hit the goddamn flo'
and make the whole club
taste it, you taste it, you comin' right back.
Comin' right back yeah you comin' right back fo' da,
Cocaine.
Y-O-G-O-T-T-I, fuck nigga play wit me
Here's the latest
From the king of badness
I got the shit that makes niggaz want to flip
G'd up all better wit beanies
Sweatin' all the bitches
you messin? wit Luck, you pressin? your luck
Got lots of jewels and I ain't givin? 'em up, sho nuff
Come get it, y'all niggas wanna fuck wit Jerz
Come
the bread lil niggas need christmas
Banks dont rap wit a back pack
im in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
[50 Cent]
You heard Banks
happy cuz I found a family
After a couple months of therapy,
I figured I was as ready as I'd ever be - I wanted to be an emcee
He took me to shows wit
Rowland
In da back of my seats man
6-4 when I hittin dem switches
-- sittin on deep dishes
S 500 wit da L-G kick back
I do number so don't try to screw
she knuck if ahe buck she can hit em wit a fo
O betcha stand on one toe wit your arms in the air
Imitate fabulll stop drop roll pop one time lean
[Kool G Rap]
You know the Don's armed wit sixteen
And I go hard for the big cream, the whips and the carriage
Ball like the Knicks and the Mavericks,
got another block I'm puttin' the pot on
Strong enough to smell through the jar wit the top on
Cop and be gone, if you come to the block drawn
I'll
[Mannie]
I know you wish you could find a
Nigga wit a dick like a anaconda
Neighborhood hot boy, super-shiner
Pimp, playa, president, Big Tymer,
back
Give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap
I`m a vocalist, nigga, supposed to rip
Last Poet`s told me this, hit ya in ya head wit
[Noreaga], {Capone}
Son I zone, my gun is never on safety
I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit skate key
{Me, I'm just chillin Pop,
observin everything inside my surrounding
Jasmine dancin wit this non-descrip sucka
Okay cool as long as the sucka don't touch her
Nigga
Get the urge
[Silkk the Shocker]
Hoody Hoo(gun shot)
[Chorus]
Run, run, run, run, run
When you see us wit them guns niggas better fuckin' run
Run, run, run, run
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