Lyrics:
back blood
Holla at em Hov
[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why
yesterday
Doing wrong to get right
But I gotta get paid
Product of the streets
Im a hustler by trade
In the belly of the beast
Its either play get played
My
Steady fucking ion care who goes by
Igbalode rapper with agbada and bow tie
Y’all think it’s madness,only my Ex(X) knew why why(Y)
I got the naira dollar
three
Oh yeah yeah oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Ooh) oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah (Ooh)
Never had much faith in love or miracles
(Ooh) never wanna put
gedisst
Ab heute sind wir Feinde wie
Die Bloods und Crips
G-Funk-Einfluss, C Walk ist ein Muss
Drive-By, es reicht meist zu zielen
Nur ein Schuss von
a water fight
Had to blast 3 hoes
Blood on my fuckin' clothes
Nose done froze
'Cause we got away with four O's
Now at a house party, they're staring
in the dark
i walk an extra 3 miles to avoid crazy fucks in the park
denied by the bloods, turned down by the crypts
my fuckin auntie kicked my ass
them try
Swift like a silencer when I stroll by
I left a pool of blood in the spot where I once lied
Dr. Loomis tryna follow me looking for a trail
I
Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
I only got three words to say:
South Central Madness
Hoo-ridin in the Central, yeah, the gangsters
my nigga, you can ass it
My accessorize accessories bring
Out my assets
Nigga they sound on acid, tablets
Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom
Pair of 3
hear the sound
Victory horns as we conquer new ground
Partner with the local
C3 in our town
Team starting to grow
Into something so profound
Life's good
if it doesn’t hurt someone?
I just don’t get it, to me blood is blood
And ladies, I’m down to prove it when it’s time to cut a rug
If you’re bleeding
North Carolina you know I'm sippin' on tequila (brain freeze)
Taught the whole team how to play Fuck the Dealer
Three guys on our team are all named James
national anthem
Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand
Now he's singin' sad songs with Elvis
Three to the head, 'bout six cross the pelvis
Ya fuck with
on that Stevie Wonder now it's Frankie Beverly
I done seen days go crazy, time fly by
Maybe it was yesterday or maybe sixty-five
Peace then war, sworn
Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan.
Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters.
Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
blood til one of them go
She a thug but I want her to know
HOOK
[Verse 3]
Uh huh, what, what, what
I woke up the next morning feeling guilty
10:30,
to cuss out
Parasuco gettin insulated by the structure
Body so powered that the labels be stickin out in 3-D
We salute the ladies - raped over time
get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out
like an Uzi
Nothin' can bruise me
Lyrics let up when lady
Say don't lose me
So reload quickly
And you better hit me
While I'm lettin'
This fifi get wit'
like an Uzi
Nothin' can bruise me
Lyrics let up when lady
Say don't lose me
So reload quickly
And you better hit me
While I'm lettin'
This fifi get wit'
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
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