Lyrics:
hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]
Here we is boy, here we is boy
[Mr. G Stacka]
OK now
Now who be dropping them bombs
They keeping you crunk by making
rap shit
Get blown off the face of the Earth by the G.P. click
Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it
Now adapt to the Shaolin chapter
Autumn I might fall for Eve
I left a nigga body laying by the tree
We had to Park it hit the trunk and leaf
You never know it’s coming when it’s time
A n**** ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my s*** go, it's Andre. Can yo punk a** come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
brain
A lil piece of knowledge of the instrumental piece
Show em how
We blow em out
We bomb singles
Make all the single women bounce
We all
I'm too smart for these cats
While they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up plaques
In The Commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em
He don't
I'm too smart for these cats
While they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up plaques
In The Commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em
He don't
Hit Em
Hit Em
No Limit we got that shit you need
Shit you can bump in your trunk
Got all your bitches fiendin
And makin niggas say ughh
Gipper get
out my thang
Hit 'em in the back
Whatever remained
So the bitch stay out my business an let the Benzo skirt
An swang
Yellin' Mobb, clouded wit' Age
dipped off
Was a frosty mutha fucka
Still a frosty mutha fucka
I been seein glaciers
Hit em wit sum flames, YERRR
(Outro) (2:18 - End)
Pablo my name ...
snapped fins with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest piff
Off a brick of hash mixed with acid hits
Like sick cracker shit
Get back dumb birds I
they walked 'em in
I walked 'em out, they talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out
And I c*** back that ox and pow, pow, pow, pow
Walk inside, p**** popping,
outta 10 niggas and 10 gunna say me
Fuck battlin we on some gang shit
Duck quick 'cause u niggas might get hit
United we stand, United we fall
I
when i spin the jag
Fuck the speed limit this sports car hit fifty fast
Four perks two x let me get some bag
I just be flexing on the niggas tryna get em
trying
Niggas say they with me but they envy cause I get mine
Choppa had em crawling if he get up hit his back spine
Stand right over niggas smoke his ass
what I keep by me
Ima' dog I get to barkin' I see to much ass
Im finna get a fitted that say "I Need Cash"
Me and Mar up in this bitch because we felt
yeah
Uh-huh
Tell them again, tell them again!
Uhh
Get 'em up now, word
Just get it up now, uh-huh
ALL OF THE MASSIVE!
B, R, O, N, X
See these
elite
Yea yeah
Baby let me fuck you to this beat
Instrumental
Yeah you know I took you out the streets
Out the street girl
Yeah you know I hit it like a G
that and a lot of weed will make ya mask your pace
So you go out and get it ya gotta have it can't leave without it
You doubt it ya hit it ya outty bout
[Chorus]
I'm out of my mind with the ski mask, chains and gloves
Waitin' for niggas to come out of the club (I hit 'em up!)
Give me the dubs for my
he can get 'em their p"
But he's gotta hit road, so he needs a couple weeks
Look, you got five days, keep thinking I'm joking
You and your mum, 6
a mixtape
Pollution I smell that in the breeze
But let's try not to get mad at the trees
Tell ‘em all not to get mad at the leaves
Let's get mad
sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers
Now you all
Get it!
Go on! Get it! I'm out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it! Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it! Need it by any means
Black incorporated, Bo bangs mind
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