Lyrics:
Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air
White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
him D my nigga
KRS-One, him the President come
The crew called BDP, Melo-di-di-de-de
[Ms. Melodie]
Comin live and direct in full effect
Ms.
than Richie, quickly
Niggas wanna hit me if they get me, dress my
Body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High
this is some bullshit
You cannot get the full kit
This isn't how it works
If you believe in it you stupid
You really think by telling this
We not gonna
bang (fah)
I made me some millions, they think I'm unchanged
Ayy, fuck this fame and fuck these chains
Made packs disappear like David Blaine
These
chain for cheap
We got David and Jacob for them bracelets and rings
Cause our verse in the hood makes their names ring
She take a picture with me
one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no one
Nigga, she want me like Givenchy
In
hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with
you for
I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist
They call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go berserker than a fed-up post office worker
I murk her
Kick you in your nuts so you can't fuck for 40 months
That's what I be saying if you roll up acting sus
This right here the remix
So if you're
believe me, sweetie
I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy
I got mad friends with Benzes
C notes by the layers, true fuckin' players
Jump in
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C notes by the layers, true da life players
Jump in
we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got
friend was Elijah Craig
Lookin' back I ain't proud of the life I lead
Tried to mend, but I guess I'm a piece of shit
Soundtrack to my life, tried to remix
Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruin
ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place
well I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the side
and I cried,
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
hella personal, you know that's the goal
It's Quinlan in the Stu' and I'm rocking with my crew
Just rolled into town and I came to lay it down
Pass me
hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with
to Vee Threw A jail phone
He gone thug it out til he get home
He finna touch down it won't take long
As a lil nigga I had to get it on
It was me in
hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with
"fuck me?" (holla holla)
(Remix) Fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch (Fuck that bitch)
Bitch steady holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?"
Nah, fuck that bitch
Biotch!
him with the other six, that's seven man
Give me a medal man, Devilman, sekkle man
You'll get eaten
In a lyrical war I can't get beaten
'Cause my lyrics
shit you can tell me
Because bitches still jel' me
Without a motherfuckin' LP
It's the number one crew in the area!
"Known for sendin' garbage MC's
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