Lyrics:
Uh, rap niggas back on the chopping block
Come out that house, back to yo mom and yo papa spot
Back to the county, back to three hots in a hostel
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS
the prayers can't bring you back to us
i'll mourn you til i join you cause i'll keep in touch
[Treach]
we was two lil niggas both skinny and broke
(echo)... coming up in the grave (echo)
Uh! Sick and delicious drama everyday
What?
Back in the days, moved into the projects at six
Got lost
phone?
We're both in a bit of a hurry
Right!
We'll just say where we are
Then go back to the car
We don't want to be any worry
Well you got caught
this by myself?
Oh baby, how?
Last niggas put my life in danger
Got turned to an angel
Niggas say he won't get back
I'm like let him slide, let
and Italiano
From my projects and I'll inject
Into your ears, a new concept
Conceived in silence, to be unveiled
To the Cool J phenomena, all must hail
I'm
rappin, you wasn't even tappin
Now that I'm done, you pat me on the back
and say what's happenin, I love the rhymes you announce
Heavy D's in effect with
em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap
to take em back, on this one
We gon throw this back for P-A-T, and DJ Screw
Mafio and Gator, it's finna go down round here
You know we just getting started,
with a lotta lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By
Keep gold on myself cuz I'm looking like a king
Coming straight out tha projects I gotta get it by any means
They gon try to switch on u then try
to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
I see you lookin' (ha-ha), with your lookin' ass
Catch Snowman in the kitchen with his cookin' ass
[Intro]
Our society is fucked up, they're fucking our brothers and sisters up
These white motherfuckers have fucked us up...
This ain't by no
niggas rebelling
Black on black crime got my niggas contradicting
Duck off in the system
Due to the condition
300, 400 year set back fuck that
Look, martin
over there by
Magnolia. Yeah, you don't remember Sherman Over there on that block? Man, shi was hot
Shi was crazy, man. They went in there. I might
There'd be a blue out the back
And we'd all rush from the bar to take a look
Drover Pat and Billy argued
Been drinkin' in the heat all afternoon
They
with a razor in her mouth, bite down on the back (woo)
Might put some Visine in your drink while you sleep, rip you out a couple racks
I'll get you
when this shit start firing
That's right, everytime
[Chorus]
[Verse: Rated R]
Now I been missing in action like Bin Laden
Meantime deep in the lab
Joyner Lucas
(Joyner) took a little break
I'm back and still got it
Never get a rhyme by stackin' this profit
Yeah they been shocked and
Mad that Vin's
takin a regular picture by the hotel St. Bonaventure
Besides I do wear a coat in the winter
And eat at beautiful restaurants
Leave me alone, leave
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