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though, because I called up a mutual friend, like, "yo
This is going to be romantic as shit
Ask her to hang out and I'll make a surprise visit!"
So I got
hardcore street team crash the party with Def Jam
And incorporate murda like Gotti
How about in back of the yellow cab like Seinfeld
Chew you like
keep on getting mine
So eat a dick
[Chorus 3: (JoJoPellegrino) Kurupt]
What's the verdict yo
(Doing me stuck in my grind)
Let the globe know
(MC
on the night crawl
Tightroping in my mind's war
Hands together for peace
Well what's the time for?
I was up at two:zero two once preaching legacy
I fear my
Yo, De'Shawn
Wait on no one
Yo
I took my time then made up my mind
I'm gearing up so they're mad
Cause I'm on my grind
Too many people sending
the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out
Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
Yo dad thinks that I'm numba one
Say that I'm his favorite son
By the way, MC Cribaldo's on this track
MC Cribaldo on the track
Went to prison and I
Fee fi foe fum (radio edit) by: Mr. Sho'Nuff
Fee fi foe fum
Atlanta is the city A U G is where I'm from
Fee fi foe fum
I don't want no problems, but
Aye who them niggas over there looking all cfrazy man?!
Yo Polo What the fuck aye go pull over there man
aye aye skurt (gunfire)
Like John gotti I
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time forget it
Hear me on radio live vocally do edits
E Swift scratchin and threading with supreme
ass strickly business man
Self disciple Heineken let the record spin
Paparazzi all over again
Times ten like thee original sin
I'm tryin' to fuck it up
[Kurupt (Bad Azz)]
Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt)
A nigga feel so low that I can't come up
Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
A trunk full
Don't nobody know
Hot days, cold nights, how we livin' on the fringes
Gotta it get mane
Sick with it engineering, too expensive fuck the yo
Rather
Yeah, yo, Def Squad
Full Cooperation on this one, yo
Total concentration
Yo, look (huh?)
'Sup with these cats out here, son?
I don't think they
up six
Friday's the Red Alert radio mix
Then comes the day that nobody plays that
Punishment wish in the crib
Time to go chase the dibs
On a Saturday
y'all niggas back to this incident
Verse 1:
[gotti of fifth ward circle (fwc)]
Nigga you full of shit
Bitch now what is this, trick
Some new shit
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Field marshals, elites and the chief
Soldiers we better take heed and realize
Signs of the times, stand by yo 9,
Watch out
ass strickly business man
Self disciple Heineken let the record spin
Paparazzi all over again
Times ten like thee original sin
I'm tryin' to fuck it up
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
start to become a blur
When we become mature
Obstacles overcame
Pain we both endured
Words we wanna slur or omit like radio edits
Want that same love
Yeah, yo, Def Squad
Full Cooperation on this one, yo
Total concentration
Yo, look (huh?)
'Sup with these cats out here, son?
I don't think they
It's time to get heated (Yo, Biggie)
Where the homie Snoopy and shit nigga?
(Niggas trippin' all out, ya know I mean?)
Ayo, what's up Cuzz? Zuu Tribe!
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