Lyrics:
artist
Styles I flips retarded
Family who can handle this
From Illtown to S.E. to Los Angeles
I thought I told you have my mo ney (Whatcha wan'
muf**ka bang
Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang
And 9 trey is what I f**kin' claim
Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang
[Verse 2:
told ya
Don't act like I (never) told ya, uh
Don't act like I (never) told ya
Don't act like I (never) told ya
Don't act like I (never) told ya
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
told ya
Don't act like I (never) told ya, uh
Don't act like I (never) told ya
Don't act like I (never) told ya
Don't act like I (never) told ya
you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Who told you
Cal Soon As I Point At The Fag
So It Cost P Nuttin Just To 1 Ya Ass
(Maariioo)
[Chorus:]
Got To Switch My Style
A Lot Of Niggaz Bitin It
They Shit
Than what you see and believin'
Hey, gotta give up peace to the love inside of my halo
Gotta stay headstrong for soldiers
Like I told ya we need peace
coupe ya bitch blue for gold
Now let the truth be told
Yours shake like Humpties roll
My Nig I mean this
My cliques the meanest
My fix when scenes lit
to soldierette
>from every killer to cadet
Playa hatas get wet
Tru niggas march playas step
(chorus)
We no limit soldiers
I thought I told ya
We no limit soldiers
let's cut us some real, real somethin')
Yo, bust this
I'm kinda like a soldier, see I told ya
When I pick up the mic I'ma hold ya
Captive,
the name of
Killing in the name of
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar
to trip
But I made up with no style while I bought me some kicks
So if you want the drama holler at ya boy
[Kanye West]
Original rude boy like Pastor Troy
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
loving my style (She love it)
I got a tooly with me with a silencer on it so it don't make a sound (Shhh)
Pew she loving the crew
I need a crib by the lake
the name of
Killing in the name of
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
someone had told me back when I was a youth
I would've resisted Satan better if I had known the full truth
But my Christian Style, see, is growing stronger
an opp, plenty bodies'll drop
Slay hit me up, told me body the block
Go ape the whole eight
No way they hold weight
They so fake, okay? I won't play
Ya
rap styles coming softer than a cats meow
Red laces, but booted like I'm Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by my cannibal from sac town
So relax
know)
Please won't you lean on my shoulder (Lean baby)
You know that I gotchu I told ya (I told ya baby)
Your grace, your style, that permanent smile has
Together Oh yeah. It's time to pass out the stripes
Hah Bra
I told you there wasn't no limit
I told ya like I told him
Like I mean what
diverted by this lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any style any day
Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day like Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I
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