Lyrics:
kitchen counters
Had quick encounters with homies counting
On me to make it like down accountants
Tough shit, bitch, Ronda Rousey
I'm still broke but I rap
it by myself but you know Aj he got aim too
I could make one call and call up Clanzz cause he gon' bang too
Man who the fuck put Heem and Kaygo Gotti
a reason
Uh, Call on my phone, know, I got it
I want hit the stove, I grew up, to Yo Gotti
I send a reminder, I tell them the gram it ain't real
They get
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before, in ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss
or fee) Word
Yo, you know what
The next Wu-Tang album ain't even coming out until 2000
You know what I mean
That's just gonna come back with a comet
You
Hey yo we step up in the club, in a disrespectful manner
Stomp through the crowd wavin the M.O.P. banner
Keep fresh coppertops, in the player hater
me your addy and I told yo ass to drop it
Now I’m all up in yo DMs and no one can stop it
Baby won’t you let me take you out in this foreign
Leave
listen
And when yo' album drop, the people won't listen
Like, bitch get the fuck out the kitchen
None of these niggas can cook, so I'm dipping
I just go
punches, but I'm still alive and kicking
There's too many cooks in the kitchen, bitchin' trynna' do it like me
No you don't do it like me
I know a lot
the kitchen
I'm serving like tennis
Getting racks off my pack selling out
I'm a chemist
We gone get him gone
Rackadez Rackadez
Now I'm in it lets go
Fuck they
Fuck that
I'm never snitching
Nor bitching
I'm going missing
The kitchen
We Heating up
Like glistening
Man I'm always business
Are you over there
[Prodigy]
Yeah you know the shit don't stop, never, never
As we continue on
With more of this drama for yo' ass
{'She asked me why..'}
You niggaz
Falls
I got that drip
I got that sause
She got that drip
Look at her body
I got the juice
I think i'm Gotti
And i'm in the yo with the money bag
I just
(North Face)
Used to sell dope in the hood by the north gate (north gate)
Diamonds in my mouth but I'm still using Colgate (wait, wait)
I ain't never
The way I play the game you
Think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout
Stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My
necessary
Until I got incarcerated, type scary
Until I see my life just flash, type scary
'96 came home, '97 album
Made niggas proud to be from New York
shh, then cue in the music
Like we’re livin’ in a scary movie
Once upon a midnight dreary
Sitting by the fire in our study feeling scary
Writin’ our
La-di-da-di-da-da-da
La-di-da-di-da-da-da
Yeah, Bokey, what it is?
Yo, G-Ville, what it is?
Yo, Tallanasty, what it is?
Yo, Duval, what it is?
Yo
the answer
You are the pitcher, I am the batter
You are the joke, and I am the laughter
You move slow, while I'm moving faster
You are baby, can't hold yo
the mastermind behind you, manipulating you(U)
It's a fair game, You have to play by the rule, reallly yeah?(Oh oh)
I said so much about this song(Uh uh)
The album
the mastermind behind you, manipulating you(U)
It's a fair game, You have to play by the rule, reallly yeah?(Oh oh)
I said so much about this song(Uh uh)
The album
if it's not the first album it'll be the second album, if it's not the second album it'll be the third album. I'm not just trying to say imma come out
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
fly
by the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die
Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik
We go back to dollar hoagies and Tahitian
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