Lyrics:
breakdown, y'all can break now
My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp
Make yourself exempt
Pussy footing around don't be getting y'all nowhere
good two Cuban links
At a time heart on ice
So i catch no feelings fill the gap I'm
Filling next time catch me drilling
Fuck with me she know i got it
The parking lot i pull up
Catching you on a smoke break
You full of hate you plucking boogers
Look at my chic smile she such a looker
Soon as her lips smiled is
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
mine
Who ever get the drop that what it is
The object is to get it done, let's go it's nuthin' (Yo)
[Verse 2 Ja Rule]
Fuck tha world and niggaz
about the fuckin' business
Is mindin' your own, uh, and every time I try and break it off
We just yell until we tired, then I break you off
It's
Nigga U not ( U Not)
Paul walker Living life 2 fast 2 furious
Think u can hang U can’t be serious
Turn yo bitch into my backpack
Cuz she was curious
You niggaz just don't get it do you?
Young Roscoe the sodo
YA, Dogg Poung, Kurupt Young Gotti
Yeah, started November 23, 1972 and 83
[Hook]
Put me
weak thighs
Fall on to your knees, now it's time for you to 'fess
My fist full of fire, I punch a hole straight through your chest
So any trick that
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
Damn, ladies and gentlemen
I got a secret
(What's that?)
Somebody told me yo' ass stink
Don't blame me
Hah, what, huh, ah, one, two, three, four
Now the taste of alcohol is filling up my bladder
What's the date and time it don't matter
Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was trying
Now the taste of alcohol is filling up my bladder
What's the date and time it don't matter
Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was trying
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
I’ma love it until I break her back
(Break that back)
And I’ma blow her a kiss and a smile
(There’s that smile)
With my luck I’ma miss by a mile
(Miss by
another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle
I had the master plan, I'm in the Caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Two-TEC's to take over
to speak their mind
Is a crew that looses power over time
And now that ya finally woke up
Yo wish your motherfuckin' ass would have spoke up
Voices in
pussy's turned out
Getting hit by a sucker a 2 minute brother
Who's first 10 seconds is thinkin' he came up
That next full minute suckin ya
that, nah I mean?
We doing this shit straight gangsta style, Gotti style, nigga (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Fuck yeah
Ja seen the torture, the high class,
fuckin' with us, and plus
It ain't nothin' like standin' on your own two
So run them streets, but never let 'em run you
Time is steady wastin', steady
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
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