Lyrics:
loved a soul
And you can hug the glock but, the peace you want ain't coming tho
I guess its time to change the aim of what a nigga gunning for
Never we
Chorus
Motherfuckers want to know what it do
They want to know if its the red or the blue
bitch niggas want to know if its true
tell these
"fuck fuck shit fuck!"
That's the kind of words you
Should be using at home, kids
Mark: That's right tom: What do we do now?
Mark: I want everyone to call
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
Yo
Just so you all know what time it is
It's your homeboy
Straight from the A-T
I ain't even going say the motherfucking rest
But you know
mind, who you want to pump the butt (3X)
Make up your mind, who you want to pump it
[Kool Keith]
I got a summons, my clothes is off, I'm
'cause she know I might like it (oh, ohh)
Baby girl, you know what I like, baby, you know just what I like
Baby, you know what I like (like, like, like,
Jack-----Hustler
Hustler
Hustler
Hustler
H-you-S-T-L-E-are hustler
(kid drop in)
Yo man you know what I'm sayin?
You got it goin on my man, I like how it's goin
Wanna see a demon in New York showing his ve-nom?
I don't need a clique, my nigga
I just run my legion on my own
Tell me you gotta it
Cuz I just know
rip
And blow it thru it the side of yo whip
And it don't take a lot of ammo
But I empty the clip
That's what you can get
You stepping to a dangerous kid
I call this the wild style
It's inherited from Wu Mei
The Huang style founder, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
What else have you got?
Wu-Tang
INS your highness
thriller
Got a mixed girl just to mix up my liquor
Don't vax the verses my flow getting sicker
I'm the big dog little bro call me Clifford
You can call me
I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely
What is it in ya? deep in the dead when we get fried
POD when I comes to ride
Creep but you sleep and then fall in
What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?
I told you, man, I told you, don't fuck with me
I told you, no fucking kids, no, but you wouldn't
more than fantasy
Take my hand, follow me
Oh, you've got a brand new friend for your life
You can win if you want
If you want it you will win
Oh,
Cause them little niggas done killed you
In the kitchen like grandma
Put these bitches on stand by
When it come to getting this money
Fuck everything no
nigga do
(what's up?)
New York City's pharaoh, potato on the barrel
Shell-case muffle, make me come touch you
I finger-fuck my firearm, we intimate
I'm
I love you like a dope boi loves weight
Love you like dem broke hoes love steak
It's whatever baby this ain't no pump fake
Unless it got red tape
people
We're the New Kids on the Block
Move it sucker emcees or you're gonna feel the wrath
So don't get caught up in the aftermath
'Cause we're
youngins do is rhyme like they inebriated
I'm hated but yeah, that's how you know I made it
I'm one of the illest, I'm one of the realest, I'm ready
you in when the lions start hissing?
What kind of bridge did they burn? Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned
You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna
six, serving them in the mix, but ain't no mystery
You know the history about this clique, bitch
Oh, what, you want me to call you slut?
Then why you
Yeah yeah, yeah, grab the pump pump (yeah)
It's on we 'bout to thump thump
Well if I jump I feel bad luck upon me
Make me grab my pump and call
Hah, that's just the sound of the Hen'
True Story, that's what we call it
Thank God for the thugs too
Buddy Roe
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
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