Lyrics:
the problem, Swizz Beatz the monster!
I don't care who you know
Who you're signed to
What you've been through
You all get it the same
I'm backed by two labels,
doubt
Not just the Jaz huggers, I'm talkin 'bout
The shames that same the Kane
And all Rakim's sons
The Chuck D part threes
The KRS Two to Twenty-One
Yo
yo the ting long
She a go back and fourth just like ping pong
Everyday she come by the crib for the King Kong
She a say that she love me but ion give
to puffin and go try to fuck us sumthin
Chorus [x2]
[mr. pookie]
Time to hit tha dance flo', look at her, goddamn hoe
Bring a couple of yo friends so my
call yo crews
3-4 Need to lock yo doors
5-6 Better loaad yo clips
7-8 Time to meet yo fate
[Verse 2 Pimpstress]
Some of yall niggas aint wit this,
Well
like 2Pac and chain letters
But this time, I simped though, got played like a wimp though
The Pharcyde said it fly, she kept +Passin' Me By+
Not even
let me in
YouknowwhatI'msayin?
Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese
let me in
YouknowwhatI'msayin?
Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese
and prey to be
No better test of pestilence than meat that's moving lazily
Choc-full of cheap rum
Sugar and misguided hopes
Bolstered by the confidence
District, opps say the city dump, probably cause we take these trash niggas out, clean em up
I'm a gentleman but every time we fuck she like it rough
This
Dekalb county booling it wit some real Gs
They showing me love and everything that a nigga needed
2.5 I roll my shit the Gotti way
Good shooter he ain’t
Yeah, one two one two
And I say
As we let the music play
This is dedicated to Ruddy Ray
From all the homeboys around the way
So def it won't get
down for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the biz
Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
Yeah, I know what time it is.
[Daz]
You in love with me?!
[Girl]
Yeah baby, I'm in love with you.
[Daz]
Check it out, baby.
[Girl]
Fiend up by my side, my enemy bound to die
Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest
[Chorus x2]
I was born a bastard, my pops was
the game would go back two being soulfool'd
I mean soul-full
While everythin' is woeful
I tried to stay fresh
Like whole foods on the pro tools
Well Mr.
One, one two
Check me out right here yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together
Better
Send your last two breaths
'fore your breathin stop
Bodysnatch you, whether it's rhythm or ones
Bodysnatch you, whether grenade or guns
Yo to all of my
hang open
Freak what you looking at
A true pimp I seen it in her camp
Full time party lifer dance floora
Dopeman's bitch average club goer
Shake it
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if I ever
where busters lie
From the city where suckers die
Make way for p and silkk, two of the baddest motherfuckers alive
Bitch it's your time
Bitch I want
But that was number one, this is the number two
The posse grew,we're gonna break through
Power
Somebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize
to sculptures
Gone no time for a scuffle
Da Bulldog came with a mussel
My heart beat my biggest Muscle
Yo crew be full of big busters
Break out da mask
Grab da
denied
Been shittin' on you fucks a long time, time to pee now
When you finish first they hate you worse, startin to see now
I'm at the round table, where
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