Lyrics:
the hoes nigga
I don' fucked mo' than Big Daddy Kane in '88
So tell your man to get back
If the dogs with me, they obedient
I lift a finger up from my hand
in love with him at first
Cos he get the juice
And sauce sauce
Cause he get the dough
And he come fine join
You no ask your father first first
Common
up short if yo ho around
You can't get mad at me if it's enough for the go around
I need a milli' by 30
I'ma be a goat before I hang up this jersey
And I know I tried
But ain't try hard enough
Words are only what they are
And never touched
I can see it in your hearts
A bigger rush
I just
I swear I be rapping like my soul hurts
I’m only 17 and I’m stressed out like
Sigh fuck you niggas
Your pockets will get touched lil nigga
Yeah my
this
If I die let the world understand why
Soldier my eyes, hate to see a black man cry
They picture me inside a casket
That's how they see us
Oh God,
Joystick with the one hand
This was all as planned
Busted by her real man
Told him catch me if you can
Catch me if you can only thing you'll catch is hands
and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs chill and chill, but hey, so what?
Nuggets in my pocket, wine in my hand
I got it like
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
much, much
All of the people start to rush
(start to rush by) a dizzy twister dance
Can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone
be a phony in the litter
Take it as a letter from the better
Take it from a man who used to rhyme in busted ass Jettas
Yo, Phife, you need a condom
of waitin'
These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand
Like I won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even
robbery
It's like I hit the lottery
I busted up the piñati
Now I'm hot like a tamale
It's just like I caught a body
It will be pandemonium if I show up
Get with the man who rips, stop being stalled by them drips
I'll do you swell, I got better aim than Willie Tell
I rung so let me ring your bell
pickle make ya wiggle
You're busted, my mustard will wax your whole plate
By itself, not including all my funky condiments
Nod your head to this
your Glock burst
They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first
We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by
I practically got free
Reppin name brand shades (Versace, Versace)
You can't come close, so you best just get off me
If you play your tape for me,
my shit on cock 'cause Makaveli said so
If you got to get your money on
From night 'til morn
You better then do yo thug thang
If you buy chronic by
And if your boys a king, the bits a palace
Okay, three O2's that I sell-out, man, I'm such a sellout
Might fuck around and bring Adele out
Me and Flipz
if you wanna be tough
Cowboys I don't wanna
Hear ya' crying, I don't
Wanna hear ya' bellyaching
You gotta get on that horse and ride
(And I guess I'll
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies
I'm not tryna be late, rush through security gates
With
throughout my life those are the rules that I've lived by
A sucker put his hands on me homie I'll give a guy
A jab, jab, jab, uppercut, jab
Get 'em a steaks
easy
If you want it
Go and get it
Just take your time
Respect the grind
And JUST DO IT
Yeah just do it
Just Do It
Just Do It
Just Do It
Yeah Just Do It
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