Lyrics:
And Montana, I kill 'em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin' them hammers
X what up? (Aight)
If you don't live that, you shouldn't say
after hit reel 'em in, now they asking who it is
Yeah yeah
We dropping ten out of ten, if we're ever talking options
Better believe I got 'em
Don, talk
know I mean that
Physical rhymes all meant to intimidate
All niggaz take note, don't imitate
Rippin is the cut, freaks scurry for my T-I-P
Tryna get
'em fast suck 'em slow
Even though I gotta pay my bills I'm still on the streets
tryin' to keep it real
Pass that shit let me take a hit, hopin' this
ain't No Limit, no gimmick, from begginin to endin niggas hate
Mystikal
pass me them thangs an lets get em
hit Snoop and lets ridetell Sillk go inside
[Chorus 1] X 4
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now
Check it out
[Chorus 2] X 3
Put em up
What What
up out of Dodge
[Danze]
I'ma make a right here
[Lil' Fame]
Yeah, drop us off by the garage
We gotta get away, some way, some how
The cop's on our
the pack, I throw it long like I'm Cunningham
Taxin' for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam
We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands
Can't get 'em
the majority
Of niggas lookin hard at me, I Port 'em like Authority
And when my nigga Meth shine
Out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time
I Port 'em like Authority
And when my nigga Meth shine
Out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time
(Redman and Method Man still...
on the table when you chillin for lunch,
And head up with your door open feelin your blunt,
Where I'm from 20 gone by the end of the month,
I get drunk smoke
Wake up, thank god for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
40 oz's by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja,
lit or whatever, so
She tell me whatever she wanna get her freak on whatever
So I'm like WHASSUP whatchu wanna yaknahmsayin
I'm read to wear it out
midsection
I'm off the wall, dog, I could off ya balls
Stick his ass to the rooftop, toss 'em off
Hit the Ave with the rooftop off the porch
I get money
rippla, watch out when I hit cha
And keep on comin when thea's trouble
I'm gon pop tha trunk, down to pump, and make these niggaz scuffle
Bust yo bubble, if
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga
You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D.
From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G.
M.O.P., and X
how mad those bastard's get
When I kill 'em, I'ma say it was accident-all
Unlike what I do to instrumentals
Swinging like a nigga who just went
panties up
And get the fuck out my space
Back back ima need some space
Got racks and a decent place
Got stacks all around my wrist cause time
Is money that
ain't talking pencil (Pencil)
Drop the window let it beat like an instrumental(Grtt)
Know a couple a couple niggas who get the hands out
I just had to get
sell
Too $hort said fools, get in where ya fit in
That's why I'm a swamp nigga out there tryin to pay the rent
Chorus
P: swamp nigga, ha, ha. we
this all-day bitch
I been on the same shit
Man, I ain’t changed I’m the same dick
Boy I get hot when the flame hit
Ten years later now I’m back with some
by the way
She a dime by the way
I'm been staying out the way and getting to it look
And getting to it
Yeah
It's been a long time coming
Three
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