Lyrics:
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
Yeah, is the tune on? oh, it's on basically
I got Streets in the booth with me
Dedication trois
Now let me talk my shit
Fresh up out the water like
how a nigga riding clean
But everyday I still f with Dirty (What Up dirty)
35 with Thompson on me
Unload that in a f’ing hurry
30 clip for a light skin
bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P jump and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me
Child,
thought,
What’s that about?
Quiet won’t cut it, give me a shout,
Plagued by all of my self-doubt,
Idgaf bout having clout,
I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m
straight cap
Niggas know I got a lot of work and these all facts
Don't let me call Big Jay, he got a lot of zaps
We don't wanna f*** with you niggas, y'all
bag just to get fly
26's got me sitting high
Purple got me looking High
Niggas out here barely getting by
Headed to the top getting by
Bad b****
rappers so feminine
I'm hated by many men
But don't need no niggas to like me, bitch I'm a grown man
Let me give you a lesson, Guwop I'm Boulder Crestin'
go get it
Im talking by any means
N***** freeze
Ya they switch up
Over b******
Ya they b****** up
Extended clips
With the big pumps
Double back
and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin' but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And you can hear me from the trucks
and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin' but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And you can hear me from the trucks
and though I think I`m slick
I`m nothin but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And you can hear me from the trucks
Black Ink back gettin' cake by the layer
By the stack, comin' at us, get your weight right yeah
If not, you makin' a mistake right there, f'real
I
Superfans want to run up on me sparkin' the ground up
You need to fall back, could be NARC's around us
You in a hot area for marchin' powder
If you holdin'
I know a girl by the name of Rita
light skinned Puerto Rican, I call (MIRA)
the way she moves i can't ignore
shes a porno flick on the dance floor
I ain't talking Amy
You can take the backhand
If I hear you talking crazy
An A&E
F-Fast pass
And that's If you don't obey me
Uh
Stack I spend a bag
to look at cops and smile in their face
Drive a BMW and pump the bass
One day, he made a move for a friend
The f-are-iend, the voice said, "Yo, I need
Don't fuck around and make me catch a batty boy
You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta
You niggas don't want it with the Famester
Bringin
you know my heart pump blue
Now as I dip from the Duece to the Ace on the Evil Side
Niggas with them F's in the end chin Crip or Die
Ain't no escapin'
the popsicle on me
Better cool down you don't want no beef
You gone f*** around and get got in yo sleep
H**
Ah
Danger
Ah
Danger
Ah
Danger
Ah
Danger
Here we go
I
'til the tears, dried up inside me
Revenge to the end, laws in NYC
Got up by the way I used to be
Apartment 5D where dope fiends in the hall
Try your
rocked by they buildings
And brothers, 'cross the board gettin' knocked by the millions
The stress, got me ignitin' the potent marijuana leaf
Tryin'
rocked by they buildings
And brothers, 'cross the board gettin' knocked by the millions
The stress, got me ignitin' the potent marijuana leaf
Tryin'
at the malls with her friends
Material girl, living in a material world
But it's all right cause it's Saturday night
So mister funkmaster, pump the bee gees
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