Lyrics:
(Flex)
Yeah, N.O.R.E., Big Pun, Funk Flex
(N.O.R.E.)
A lot of ghetto things goin on right here
N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.
Funkmaster! Flex, Flex
tryin' to re-coop
I get down, ballin' like Kobe Bryant
You niggas is lousy, small things to a giant
How you gonna be swappin' up my style
And goin' off
goin', but ya not comin' too fast
Talkin 'bout my career
Get ya mind out the gutter, hand me uppers
Yeah it's rainin' leaches
Good thing that I stuffed
I
Said when we were fucking
Don't remember half the things that
I say when I'm horny
Niggas ride at midnight
My niggas ride in the morning
I'm bagging
It's like this and like that and like this
I try to put my Anger to the pen instead of fists
I'm never giving in, I gotta Take This World By Storm
Until
gone divide
We steady for the climb
The road ahead is long and wide but if we keep on goin we gone reach all of our highs
cll of our heights
No
the fries
Would you stick by my side?
Would you ride?
Would you roll?
Would you go?
Need to know, Need to know
Hit a slump
What if business was slow?
a switch blade
Selling baby weight to get gains
Robbin people point blank
And thats On gang
Getting where I'm goin by divine favor
Ain't shit gon change
Got
By now y'all shoulda known I'm a handful
I'm talking way bigger than making beats on Wednesday with the samples
For example, it's few and far between
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafucka
Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it
Bitch
thing I can motherfuckin' tell you on some real G shit
Is to stay focused and let these niggas know you still the
Realest nigga alive
You could see
when we
FaceTime it becomes some deepend awakening
This is the first thing I made in a while
Since the album came out
You've been great and I doubt
If
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like me... on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man, and be original
Word
(Slim Thug)
I be solo as ever cause bullets popping because
He step out with the Bloods
And then he got popped by a cuz
Smoke screen a mirage
All
will be a time soon approaching
That a major disaster will be striking all levels of existence
It has also been reported that this disastrous thing will
pop club, everything just grace
Grammy-nominated on the first album, now motherfuckers see the face
Look at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these
Cassidy
Album :
Submitted by : Daniella Roman ~*A.k.A Bubbles*~
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Rated : 6.3 (3 votes)
INTRO
R.Kelly:
Ladies and gentlemen, you are
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
that I'm a nigga who don't handle biz
We live by the trig, we die by the trig
Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
I break crews goin' chop
Feel the flow when I drop it
Don't when to stop it, I'm goin pockets and layin bodies down
Feel adrenaline from me and Kim and them
We got it sewed
a no-go
He keep talkin' about his songs, I wrote those
Wanna sneak by my bro, look at your ho
12 pulled in, I was just tryna smoke, yeah, tryna smoke that
years
A woman way too strong to ever hide behind her fears
Slim-thick curly hair with the baby face
P***y so good I understood why she made me wait
She
Queen and Slim 'cause I'd do anything to be your beau
Girl, you summertime hot, I’m wintertime cold
I'm a tough nigga, but I got a heart of gold
My
A soldier like Slim Man I'm really him
I feel like the one so I gotta win
I already won don't play me again
Me and my bro got the hits like we Ryu and Ken
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