Lyrics:
out)
Baby girl let me get in yo mouth
(Baby gir let me get in yo mouth)
Now watch me
Put that shit on
When I walk by
She double back
Off that
(What?)
keepin' my shit real tight
Fuck it, no doubt, for fuckin' around, witches stick a Dolomite
I'm quick for jackin' yo cheese outta yo keys, and spendin' yo
torso
Yo hoe on my side yes that's my lil whore bro
Sorry lil nigga you cant get her back
Smoke all my opps I'm high off the pack
I ran on this beat like
Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors)
[D. Flow]
Hey yo no question I'm the best in this rap business
No doubt I'm strapped, get back
Woo
(I be, I be, I be, I)
(I be, I be, I be, I)
Woo
Cookin' dope, let me cook it, yeah
Jackin' ass out the bushes, yeah
Do-si-dos syrup, yeah
keep on getting mine
So eat a dick
[Chorus 3: (JoJoPellegrino) Kurupt]
What's the verdict yo
(Doing me stuck in my grind)
Let the globe know
(MC
Whatever they're throwing up
Were putting a K at the end of it
All of this pain I got in me
I couldve died by peace n plenty
You want to kill me well
[Freddie Foxx]
Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight
Yeah, there`s no
the Mac 10 I used to have the baby K on me
I bought a Xbox but ion't play on it
PS4 but ion't play no games on it
The beat over got so much to say on it
This glock ready to pop it
Drop ya ass on da ground
Four knuckles and then a dropkick
Spin... I'll lay yo shit out
Just like a carpet
(Xylonite)
Stop
This glock ready to pop it
Drop ya ass on da ground
Four knuckles and then a dropkick
Spin... I'll lay yo shit out
Just like a carpet
(Xylonite)
Stop
Who want to ride with me; one hundred-sixty?
Up and down forty-eight, trackin',
Ski mask; kickin' doors in; straight beat jackin'.
Ball battin'
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
supposed to say?
Been jackin' catch me lackin, still ain't happen to this day
Man, I'd love to see that happen, put that 4k on replay
How you pay to get me
chips, no Smith
I'm out for the clout an' shit
Why you down and out with it
Try and amount to this
(Nah) , nah, it's too high
I flew by with the crew in
pull up on you with a stick
Feel like Yo Gotti cause I keep a clip
Cut off his hands, see him slit off his wrist
H-Hop on the beat tell them put on some
it?
(Fuck Yeah)
Dirty Jers' New Jerusaluem
(Shaolin)
Naughty by Nature motherfuckers
(Wu-Tang my niggaz)
Grab your hat bitch
(C'mon!)
[Bridge:
losing it
This yo instrumental Im using it
Jackin for beats and its murder for hire
Shoot up yo car and we burn up your house
Stand on your street wait for
beat jackin'
Ball battin' rhymes all in your skull crackin'
Actin' like I got a problem that's heavy to me
Smokin' brothers like a dooby in a gangsta
yeah so run that shit E, yeah
........
Verse One:
Cruisin' down tha street in my '64
Jackin' tha freaks clocking tha dough
Went to tha park tah get
bought yourself a slaughter, And a coffins what you headed for
You didn't wanna die, well n**** what'd you pull a weapon for?
Jackin', we the n****s all
bought yourself a slaughter, And a coffins what you headed for
You didn't wanna die, well nigga what'd you pull a weapon for?
Jackin', we the niggas all
about me better ask somebody
Yo girl talk about me
I was Bumping Yo Gotti listing
To my Dre Beats
In the kitchen bagging air with a
Girl from down
what it takes
To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick
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