Lyrics:
Hey what it is pimpin', Slim Thug 'n' T.I.P.
Doing it B.I.G wit' B.I.G (ye a ye yea)
Y'all understand wut im sayin (hey)
P.S.C. pimpin', y'all
though, get the whole thang boy he groovy
Austin Powers, need a million wit my pinky
Y'all niggas ain't doing shit I told ya come & fuck wit me
Fuck that
sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
***chorus*** (x2)
Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digital
Wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice
when it's time
To go to war
This shit here nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all y'all
Wanna try y'all luck with
Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
You
me bite them wit' the bulldog made by design
Niggas gon' give me mines
And get in line for the torture
I swear, run any closer to air
My
and my face on a stamp
And y'all still won't be able to stick me or fuck wit' me
I'm 'bout to leave my mark on this game like a buck fifty
Took shots
y'all need (jadakiss)
And who the fuck gone bleed
All y'all hatas 'cause none y'all niggas can't fuck wit jada
[verse 2]
Yo wuld you be that clown nigga
Word to god
Y'all know who the fuck this is
You know we would kidnap yo kids
You know what the fuck we do
Murder bitch niggas like you
For real,
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
shit is real? (Uh)
And I ain't really never gave a fuck how niggas feel (what?)
Rob and I steal, not 'cause I want to, 'cause I have to
And don't make
Pro shit I'm on my not now call me
Hoe shit way they be talking about me
Beefing wit me can you remind me again
Gave a fuck lemme find it again
Y'all
Word to god
Y'all know who the fuck this is
You know we would kidnap yo kids
You know what the fuck we do
Murder bitch niggas like you
For real,
and see me fall
Walkin' wit my head down, straight, dependin' on y'all
The call me Honcho, I like to sparkle
I'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch like
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me
suck my dick cuz I fucked your bitch
Fuck you, fuck ya momma, fuck ya whole click
Stay up wit the crew and talk shtoopid til y'all get sleepy
to me in the benz truck too
Fuck all y'all non-believers
I roll wit god, the squad and ts
Out wit the b.s
We platinum, they even doubted jesus
Niggas is
wait to get to y'all
A genie is blasphemous, anthraxous
And who makes money, cleaning money
Through taxes?
You can catch me in the back of the club
Wit
shit is real? (Uh)
And I ain't really never gave a fuck how niggas feel (what?)
Rob and I steal, not 'cause I want to, 'cause I have to
And don't make
we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em up)
Everybody put ya hands up
cock)
cause that ghetto law is what we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em
gotta eater bitch she lick it up
The lil bitch ick as fuck
I gotta glizzy wit da beam and stuff
I swear it's sick as fuck
Don't run up, gon make me shoot
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