Lyrics:
bitch that lied
a little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked
my lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot
soon as I get there I find Afeni
Cause I don't know you
And I'm sure to get my thug on, ho
Who that baby's daddy, daddy is beatin' your nigga
Where his Caddy is?
He probably mad in
Yeah, yeah, um
Class is in session, please get by the bar
Ladies, first position (Yung Dza)
I wanna see you tucking in that butt, haha (go,
the one to be caught sleeping
By another fool out creeping
While I'm chilling getting sweeted
I'm coming down real shiny like candy paint
'Bout three
ho)
You, were gone Christmas Eve
So you're on the Naughty List
You're on the Naughty List
Oh baby you, were gone Christmas Eve
So you're on the Naughty
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
tryna leave me, I'm low down
I hang with savages, don't bring your ho 'round
I'm going bougie, I'm switchin' my profile
All of my cars get delivered
Ya think we ain't, Lil Baby just hit the street
From that 13th, took a lil cake, now the nigga see what I see
He down wit me
My nigga Pete just got 2
never helped your mans
Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand
You a ho nigga, and I'm livin' by the code
I got hoes down the road
[Violent J]
Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up
Road by
Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna
Why she dissing on a nigga? I ain't stuntin' on a ho
I got money, I said, I can transform any ho
bottle, 'bout to bust open the cap
Don't mind me, I done came to fuck the club up
With a couple young niggas from the A
Top downs ridden by the wayside
Whip
they come out, they probably stunt
Like he just up, left, and ran
Nigga, you a king
They bow down to the throne
Baby, you a queen
You've been doin' it
marks, lookin' all nasty and shit
Tryin' to keep down your shirt to prevent from gettin' hurt
But 'cha brought it on yourself ya ho
Ya lost a stupid bitch
a lady, slow down baby
wut il it be hollad in the back
im in my STS, and junia in my otha Lac', dont fuck wit hats
cuz ill hit you with that mean and ross,
keeping it real with me
'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
Y'all ho's ain't got what we got
Can't none of y'all ho's compare to my bitch
My baby been Prada down, with Chanel bags, she ain't new to this shit
(New
will find a way
And I hope that love will bring you home
Trust me when I say it'll be ok
Baby, come home (ho-ome, ho-ome, ho-oh-oh-ome)
Baby, come
always
Gonna do right by you
Cross my heart
Hoped to die
Yeah that’s how I ride for you
Times a been a rollercoaster
And we navigate
The ups and downs
Now
Back in the days, into the chamber 36
Big Tig' putting it down in dirty mix
Provided by EQ
Test me and my crew, guarantee you lose
Man your whole crew
else matters when your up against the wall
Baby give me the ball, I'll take it all the way
Yeah everyday, everyday
They can't break me down
Don't let
flauntin' dough, he can't take the blows
Ay ho, ay ho
Get 'em again, get 'em again
Pick yo celly up, I wanna fuck
Ho, what's happenin' back at cha?
Get it
It's hotter than them bitches sitting in the free clinic, nigga
You know what I'm sizzlin'?
It's time to get this party started right, baby.
Ah,
fuckin lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot
Alot of MC's came to my showdown
TO watch me put your fuckin ass ho down
Now you should go alozaro?
With outa
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