Lyrics:
Me and Reo riding threw the fifth, tryna flip some
Broke ass niggas, they can't up cheese I slide by myself, young nigga, 15
Ran down, flashed on his
to look down from the sky around it
Blow kisses at my enemies like told y'all make y'all cry about it nigga
A man who play the villian in his spirit can't
clips we gone act us a fool(full) bout it
Mmmm nigga whats that bout
You crashed just by taking that route
Mmmm shoulda watched yo mouth
You dead on yo
up
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up
Its finna fuck you wit' dat
But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat
'cause I'm Violent J, ain't even
blur the axioms fastest, crews lose lunches by the hundreds, lose electricity, lose gas, phone, plumbing, humming keep your mouth closed, keep your cows
[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
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 me
moves
Stealth. Stealth. Stealth. Stealth. Stealth moves
Never trust the loudest mouth in the room
Never trust the loudest mouth in the room
Stealth.
He walked
to his horse, and swung to the anquera,
and after a breath of air, she followed.
She wore his hat, and steadied by his hand
at her sweet
beam him
Put his face in a box like he uStreaming
Labels I hear offers
Had Jay-Z going crazy in the office
Clark Kent endorsed it, Lenny S forced it
in his mouth, this is my block
And Bamboo fucking with this is absurd
Ima handle my beeswax, that's my word
Came up out the darkness, searching for
day
I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit
Behind closed doors, runnin his mouth like
Be reminded by my words is what I'm saying is a crime?
A hundred digits on his mind and you gon' pin that on his kind I came up soaking in a pot
body from O-4 still haunts me
Bitch, shut ya motherfuckin' mouth when the Don speak
It's kinda hard to have dreams and aspirations
When the time don't
or something fuck
My mouth still kind of tastes grapenuts
Here they come, nope, wasn't them
Seems like the same car's driving by again
It pulls up, "hey man,
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
Birds of a feather
Flock all together
A birdie told me
That you messing with heather
Check me out
Tea circles like the weather
But if you serving out
Heather, the flyest girl in our school
I got a very large house, with an inground pool
I rock Polo and Abercrombie & Fitch, I'm rich
Pompous and arrogant,
them golds in his mouth
For them times when he couldn't afford no dentist
Aye, aye, aye, we poor pimping
Aye, aye, aye, I need four Benz's
I ball in
(I'm getting money, lil nigga, you're not)
My name in their mouth til my dick in their bitches
She gone off the XO giving hugs and kisses
Better than
kisses so much ass his mouth it starts to smell His buddy J Hernandez has a swell head and I know it’s wrong but I really really wish him dead Justin came
to the Lord resisting the devil and right in his face
I'm drinkin I'm drinkin I'm drinkin
Well is so deep that my mouth is just leakin
The word I be speakin
got it out, sippin' oz by the case like, shit, it's not a drought
Cuddy he gon' knock him out, so tell yo' mans to watch his mouth
Blowed as hell, I'm
one of his eyes
Can't come back home, they locked out
All he did was re-up, hustle for kick money
Kept Beez all around him
Thinking he shit honey
Bow,
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