Lyrics:
H-A-V-O-C
Don't want your chick, cuz she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me
I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond
thirty-two
Effortless
Bad Boy shit
And we won't stop, 'cause we can't stop
B.I.G., Brooklyn, yeah
(Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gon' do?) Puff Daddy, New
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
shit
Talk like a refer clip and don't hate on us when you see us ripped
[Layzie]
It's about them A-be-see's and them 1-2-3's y'all nickels and quarters
takin you so long? I got plans for the future
to bring back your head like Medusa
Chorus: Lil' Kim (repeat 2X)
Girls be actin stink, and mad funny
In pain, my gain, his hope 'cause
U-N-A-S-H-A-M-E-D we be goin' in
Recognize a real squad when you see mine
Don't it seem odd that we live
Our lives
the whole entire street up
Blast from the car seat-er
My enemies wouldn't even want to be you
I see you, hunting me down
I knowing that my crew arrive
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Niggas wonder why
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two
mad at me
Had to be the prophecy that we foreseen when S.H.A.D.O.W. lead
The team is devious, scheme with us to see just what we mean
The sky is pitch
reaching for the hip.
I can tell that he a bit*h,
From all the ni**as he be with.
With the cutta I do magic,
I'm Houdini with a stick.
Pipe down,
Before
to go for backup
To do what you gotta do
So you'll be back with France CU
Traitor in your crew is mafo heat
Put the poison in your tea
And kill
to go for backup
To do what you gotta do
So you'll be back with France CU
Traitor in your crew is mafo heat
Put the poison in your tea
And kill
new LP
from the L-E-N-see-H M-O-be
(No I'm not your Toby, just like you told me
Just found out I'm the O.G.)
(Never caught the holy ghost, sorta like
It's the M-O-N-C-H, I, G-A-I
The greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my
Message to the critics, get it when you rewind
It's three
fat is in...
I'M GOING TO THE H.E.B.!
When I'm at the H.E.B.
Sometimes I see an ex-girlfriend
Or some girl that I had sex with
A long time ago
She'll
think about what you looking for
(Two, three) for
(Two, three) for
(You'll see)
Yo, me and MJ go back to the eighties (word?)
She used to roll with
[Chorus: x2]
It's the J you are A
Capital S another S I see
Five MC's in the flesh
Bound to catch wreck
Hit the deck
'Cause we'll pop
heard a knock at the door
To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes
Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
She called me by my
who see
What really be
Families lost 2 plenty violence families lost 2 HIV
Man the glamour of the fast it ain't always what it seems
Cuz it always ends
You do me I do you (uh-huh)
Spend a night with boo-boo (yeah)
Let's have a private party for two
But it's gotta be bumpin' in order for me to get
to the two, but we're not the ones
Brothers are flipping, some other suckers are tripping
Yeah, you gotta take a whipping to see that I'm live
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
stop
I'm Biz Markie with the funky sound
And right about now, here's the countdown
One.. two.. one, two, three
[Chorus]
Yo be take it from
to take a chump sucker down
And my H-K it holds 80 rounds
So when you move be careful and don't play
And watch for the ricochet
Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah
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