Lyrics:
way
The super villain I'll split your melon
Dip out the building I'm
A fucking bitter bully, killing
Mr freeze I'm literally chilling
With a sadistic
Franks
B-E double N I-E Franks
B-E double N I-E Franks
[chorus 2]
its a joint we completed niggas ballers boy
thats the money making soldiers bringing all
y'all, outrank y'all, I'LL MAKE YA' BORN TO BE A SOLDIER!!
[Mac]
Whoa, murder, murder, kill, kill it's real
Shell-Shock turn your neighborhood block
Hey, grandma
Yeah, I'm still out makin' my Uber runs
I'll be home soon
I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile
Okay, okay, love you
an girls listen to me
It is I that you see
Gettin' high niggas be
Gettin' by on these streets
Do or die on these streets
Hit 'em high meet defeat
Wit'
mr. mac-10,
With the infrared grin, I can't pretend,
Who I be, the s-e-are-v aka billy badgate
Jack you for your safe, with guns in your daughters face
I do keep it blood like a Piru
I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it
will guard your path, e no go be by force
I cannot explain this thing wey dey happen between us
Are we really in love, or do we like our body?
This is
hard
But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night
And you can't come outside without fear
Am I in your thoughts often? While you be
Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner
Keep me on your mind and don't slumber
Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass
?
M O be be
you be walkin'?
Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner
Keep me on your mind and don't slumber
Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your
Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner
Keep me on your mind and don't slumber
Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass
?
M O be be
and the crowds'll run
We leave chicks strippin over strollers (Slippin Sova)
In Queens, you be the victim till you get to know us
Your hood's bogus, my hood be
say Al Capone
No Limit Records in the house got it goin' on
Ain't no love, I thought I told ya
Us TRU niggas, straight soldiers
King ready to fight
you be walkin'?
Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner
Keep me on your mind and don't slumber
Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your
killing our own, that's why we gotta to stick together
I be damned if we don't fight, we've got to try this shit together
Dear Mr. President, you're
. Capone with the E
Mr. Criminal, ha ha
Nate Dogg
Chorus (Nate Dogg):
Mami mira
You're such a fine and such a sexy mamicita
Been on my mind girl since
can do what you do, easy, believe me
Fronting niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating
can do what you do, easy, believe me
Fronting niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating
and the crowds'll run
We leave chicks strippin over strollers (Slippin Sova)
In Queens, you be the victim till you get to know us
Your hood's bogus, my hood be
epmd, you be u.g.-in
On a heavy narcotic, such as speed or crack
Because your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black,
Hey Soldier girl!
I always see you by the corner.
You make my heart swell...I guess you don't know that huh?
What do you say..."" We be together?""
and access the source of their claims
Mr Yakubu is just a name
Mr Yakubu ẹ ma n se bi fraudster (First argument
I'll leave the rest for the next argument)
Mr
a Part Time Sucka
Who works O.T., to be like me
The Capital P, the M, I'm like D
To slay an emcee, on the S-P-O-T
Leave without a motive or a C-L-U-E
So
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