Lyrics:
You ain't got to know my name, check the blood, sweat & tears
For years, niggas know I bang
I'm a made nigga, caking what you call a boss
On my own two,
niggas once again
I drain with ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til somethin gives
A nigga got to live and Mr Smith is power god, kid
for them to attain
So Oderus did call for conclave
First came Balsac, his council was wise
His War-Axe gleamed, he was a loyal knight
Plus forty
think y'all really wanna get wit me
We started gangsta walkin nigga no MC hammer
We really dealy get you hyper then hype
No cut or no arm n hammer
of spite
Only 3 folknem with me but we bust 8 shots
My blood on the floor and her tongue be the mop
I told her I wanna die so she just gave me top
Stomp
program the globe
Licensed to Kill, taking lives like Mario
Like 1 Up, 2 Up, 3 you Bitches whack
Bang you wit’ my barz,
Hammers in and out of rap
Stop your
a picture with blood
Speak my prayers to god
Am I religious or not
I will find out
Is there a collapse of signs
In the language of mind
A leakage in space
when I'm scrambling at night
And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam?
[Cam'ron]
Ya damn right
shows together, you was right there for everyone
Every time it's time to go to war, you right there on the front
I got a call, Salay died, shot by a cop
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
Get your happy ass outta dodge
The rumors you heard ain't slander
Willie D don't give a fuck about a goddamn by-stander
So when you see me clutch my
that's what I see through
You like a three course meal, **** I eat you
You fool and I'm in the mood
So fun I let the hammer fly
**** you could duck, run
can't front
Ha ha ha ha ha
If they respond too late to the 911 call
They find you on the floor with a razor blade in your palm
Deep cuts an inch wide
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
Nemo
If he's missing, I think that he's down by the sea, though
Yeah, let's fix up your body by using a chemo
Motherfucker, I'm happy but call myself
to the end, go find out what we might see
Pass it to the next, call that shit one-two, three
(Is that Jay spotted? Jay spotted? Jay spotted? Jay spotted?)
Yo
Out of my mind
Out of my element
Case closed for you haters can't reach a settlement
The land is where I'm from forever I am a resident
Inches away
coulda at least said nice cock dude
That's my little wiener man he's only 3 inches long
I waited in my room for three months and you just said no
That's
Hammer fly, you can't touch
J's so fly I should work at Flight Club
Put on my J's and dance the whole night away
I'm naughty by nature like I'm
bitch
Me and my dawgs
Come alive at night like we some zombies chasing blood
We be chasing bread and we be aiming for stars
Living however we want cuz we
boys
With the llamas
Shit be so dirty
I call it Bahamas
Hustle my
Lullaby
I need a
Cry
Blood on the
Dance floor
My niggas don't
Die
Smoking
You a muthafuckin thot, ion sugarcoat playa
Just cus 3 inches tween ya legs, that don’t mean shit to me
You call that throwin shots? Nigga that’s a miss
in the street better call the police, c'mon
We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky
Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters
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
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