Lyrics:
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
[Twiz (Ghostface Killah)]
Generals on deck, what's up, son?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on!)
Salute this (Library shit)
(Rock the belt, uh-huh, you
[intro: twiz (ghostface killah)]
Generals on deck, what's up, son?
(yeah, yeah, yeah... come on!)
Salut this (library shit)
(rock the belt, uh-huh,
I'll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dillitante's and ah... and ah... heartless manipulators about music that takes up
on heights, wishing for Nikes in different flavors
The age of Kane and Big Daddy, short-body Caddys
Uncles named Larry, that really never grabbed me
My
no bills
Body you in supermarket, no frills
Murda murda murda, kill kill kill
Doc hold my coat, I'm bout to go low
Titanic MC rock the boat Meth
Tone
rocking
What's popping
Hit the zoo yeah
Body build for the Broadway
High as fuck when I star gaze
Phone blowing up all day
Ass shaking in the hallway
Girl I love you like this
Girl I live you like that
I love how your body do that thing
Girl you got me right
Girl you right there
I love how you
in brazil
Stopped by Chile
Grabbed a couple millies
Money staxxed so silly
Millie millie millie
Millie millie millie I say you know you my rock uh
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Impala
They greet me with a forty and I started drinkin'
And from the eight-ball my breath start stinkin'
Left to get my girl, to rock that body
Before
lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggas dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than
who's who
Cock the shotty they cruise through, rock the body blood ooze through
Tell his family that dude's blue, no comin back
From him scrappin when
the body, and knows who I'ma ruin
When I float like a dead body and sting like peroxide on wounds
I'm rollin a fatty like death is comin believe it
Recognize
home, come on)
Hold up, let's take it from the top, I, Fox
Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks
In the six drop, boo, and it don't stop
See money
felt I'm barely alive
Got me on my knees praying for the reason of Cole
It's like some yoga shit, searching mind, body and soul
But no matter what you
Bounce your head to the bass eohh
Do your dance
Move your waist eohh
Body move to the melody
Bounce your chest
Come on vibe with me
Mhmmm
Vibin
Mhmm
it)/Nina gonna sleep with the opps boy ima beast with the mop/making sure names doesn't drop his body still twitching from shots/hold that
I'm not with none
under red rocks
Never lack, never flinch, keep the pistols, and the stocks
Bitch, I'll never let it slip 'cause you'll end up off the docks
Glock by
She gone get it by any means
She gone get down on her knees
A free soul so I do just as I please
Got you wishing and praying that you could be just
Last of a dying breed, living by a dying code
I'm live a life a legend, ima die a legend
Last of a dying breed, living by a dying code
I'm live
me what to do )
Body banging two by two
Rocking Versace rocking Versace
This one na two by two (ehh oh oh )
Mami tell me what to do
Body banging two
rods, swingin lightning swords
Blow you away wit a force that'll leave your body lost
Gone, nothin to mourn, nothin to do a autopsy on
I rock till I
chop limbs after I body slam y'all
Hand saw, body chopper
Bloody opera singer, Satan's trigger finger
Rock the bells in Hell, call me a dead ringer
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