Lyrics:
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
been around the block
Been around *** that *** Biggie and 'Pac
Like Rita Guerrero, *** took her to the top
She'll give you some brains, you let her
give you some brain, you let her throw up the Roc
Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cot
Picture that, like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx
Hype
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
the storm, Here comes the Hurricane
She say she don't wanna love cause she falls so deep in love
That shit got deep in her veins
Don't wanna give up her
little girls come and flock to me
Yeah, I rock the beat
One, two, three, four
Some crazy-ass kids come to knock up on your door so
Let 'em in, let
me I was beautiful that day
Well quite frankly sir
I've been told that my entire life
But hadn't felt it till yesterday
Little by little I found
(Hell naw
But I don't give a fuck
2 deals in 2 years, a mill'
I got plenty bucks
Can't tell me shit
(Why)
'Cause snitches I don't fuck wit 'em
catch it before
It hit the floor
And Rex right beside me yelling
Out "Give em more!"
Go ahead nigga say it with
Your chest why you whispering
Hum
don't want it, You gon' lose
I stay elevatin' like a soul
If don't give me mine
(If don't give me mine) shit a revelation
Killin' niggas by the genocide
good
I'll split ya, ditch ya
Gotta put ya in my hall of flames
And damn, it's shame
Listen up tight you can hear the storm, it's a hurricane
Bone,
fucks
I hate whoever you like, I think your hero sucks
I send 'em a, old-fashioned "fuck you" like middle fingers
Thrown up by little old ladies with
on that Wolf of Wall Street boat, I'm a hard sell
Maybe too lyrical for 'em
The Lord gave me a choice to either be king or give all Hell
I chose
rather have the digits than daps (tell 'em)
So give me the haps, do you want the meat or the scraps? (come on)
Put heat on my naps, and now my hair look
to hold?
Rebel
Backslider
Reach higher
You give them hell
You give them
Hell this ain't no warning
You give'em hell because you must
It's a long
a little rebel in 'em
Come on everybody, holler, it's all right
Everybody's got a little devil in 'em
Help me raise a little rebel hell tonight
Calling all
enough, man Imma have to throw one of these masks on, man
Should I finish him off?
Use the mask, Day
I ain't done)
And I told you once, I gotta give 'em
give you some brain, you let her throw up the Roc
Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cot
Picture that, like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx
Hype
Lumi all day
Bettin on myself like a parlay
She a hurricane A Bay Bay
Bad ass hoe from the bay
She wanna fuck wit the BAIL
I beat it, I give her hell
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
feel it anymore
little late now to get involved
Where were they at when you needed em most
I don't feel this shit at all
Hell nah
No weapon against me
Yeah, yeah (word up, word up, word up)
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down (You know what we finna to do)
Yeah, yo, word up, yo
We takin' over the world
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
somethin like dis
Hit it
Give em a ____ here
Yeah
We go a little somethin like dis
He-he-he-he-hit it
He-he-he-he-hit it
We go we go we go
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