Lyrics:
your thing
And when the phone called, it just ring and ring
You ain't pick up but your phone accidentally called me back
And I heard the whole thing
already know man
Sb just gave me the .9 with the green beam
Just give me the green light
Letting niggas have it man
We pulling up anywhere wetting shit
But I'm takin' care of me and my family, and that's a win to me
(Okay, let me open this up
And the rap album of the year goes to)
I may not ever win
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
the south just like Pimp C
Pull up by myself like I'm 10 deep
Them nigga's just hating that's envy
Turned a vet from a motherfucking 10 speed
Wanna bet got
M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
Gave it to me for free free free
Put it in my PC, track 16
When it got
than most kids
Hope this
Music will make me into the whole Shit
Oh shit
Ready for anybody on hoe shit
To do shit
Show you the definition of g h o s t e d
attitudes
I be blowing up I be getting all attention
I'm living off the album and your living off your pension
L O V E
L I F E
Cause I be blowing up, I be
in a handgrenade
5 seconds before you get played
You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up
Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up
a fuckin nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my doggz down to die for yours
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em
Cut
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
tracks
And he spit cold facts
Everybody know what the truth is
But don’t fuck with me
Cuz like Eazy-E
I show up, show out, I’m ruthless
Show me where
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
By
Just keeps reminding us of the struggles
They start pulling up pictures
Of us getting hit
By dogs and firehoses and all that
You know like, my daughter
a fuck about your hustle, that don't mean more to me than these skits (yeah)
Scorin' up with these sticks, if you don't pour enough, I ain't sippin'
a life to be me
Ye-yeah, who the fuck I rep? Can you remind me
It's Funk Volume till I D-I-E, my nigga
You see, I took a shot out of the glass
mills
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used to catch those on
The block with crills
Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills
Sign deals only if
sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The C needs coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
by my face
[Chorus: Mystikal]
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were
I'm not gone let them get to me, Z-Ro forever meant to be
So cold I'm a igloo cool up as hot as a fire
And ain't gone never retire, stay active like
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
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