Lyrics:
up and peep some game from me
[Chorus:]
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
BI-ITCH (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
Nigga you
I spit bars you’ll turn pale
New school emcees be featherweights on scales
Ya’ll frail and so is yo rhyme schemes
It’s cheap yo technics weak by all
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
tone, tone, tone, tone)
But I hope that it's 'bout money mayne
I don't wanna hear no other thang
Or you can go ahead and just hang up the phone (phone,
[Chorus]
Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty)
Hayya nab'idil karaha (Let's avoid the hated and hatred)
Syakkireena a'
i be on tha streets/
hustlin wit speed/ last of a dyin breed/
niggaz know my magic / i got tricks up my sleeve/
look at how i spit/ look at how i
with the trick
Years pass by, now you stuck with the trick
Fighting more and more now you're fed up with the trick
But you knew that was a [ho] when
Disappearin' onto the bigger things (onto bigger things)
Black magic on the screen, now let's start the show
Got some tricks up my sleeve - "oh shit, where'd he
snort some white
Blunts, guns, out in the sun
I'm too stoned to choke a bitch
Slap a bitch, smack a bitch
Mix heroin with Special K
Stop by Kindergarten
snort some white
Blunts, guns, out in the sun
I'm too stoned to choke a bitch
Slap a bitch, smack a bitch
Mix heroin with Special K
Stop by Kindergarten
and the boys asked the local
radio station, or asked the ballroom dancers to come up and feature in the video. They did. Puuh, pretty
good isn't it? By the way,
up
Don’t give a fuck about no trick so I’m just gon’ get my bread up
Uh, yeah, I’m fed up
Don’t go try and spout the rules when you know that you ain’t
you hating up the place
Before I start K'ing up the place, this is what you fearing
[Chorus: Sara Stokes + (Royce Da 5'9")]
Adjust your radio
Boy you
Tha' T!
I get my hustle on, little daddy
Because I like to get paid
I grew up where them throwed niggas
Roll around with them K's
Hit the block on them
Nigga f**k you b***hes, and you hoes and you sluts
You tricks don't know what the f**k's up
On the eastside we ride, nigga 24 / 9
Tryin to keep my hands
negated
So real talk, What was that? (Huh?)
Was it all a mind trick to only make your ex mad by gettin' new-new real quick (Rah)
That's real low, I mean it
negated
So real talk, What was that? (Huh?)
Was it all a mind trick to only make your ex mad by gettin' new-new real quick (Rah)
That's real low, I mean it
Burgle your pensions, that's the Tories
Work til you're dead son, that's the Tories
Weak unions, that's the Tories
Cheap schooling, that's the Tories
No
the "I'm the shit"'s peak
Nigga so long as I speak man, the haters, the fakers get kicked in the teeth
Houdini got so many tricks up his sleeve that could
I could teach ya, but I would have to charge
I be running to them funds
Beat a bitch up just for fun
And if Ale by my side then it ain't no one on one
Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit
Yeah,
We got my nigga Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this
Everybody put your hands up
Cause you know the world don't give a damn about us
Now everybody keep your hands up
Cause this cold world is showing no
Man you know what’s his name
I think he thought I wanted feature
But tell him I just want the gun back
Run it up and watch the replay
Then run it
me, by the end of the day I never give up that’s what stands for me
We going to the all the way to the top, we gonna win win
The money is on the line,
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