Lyrics:
criminal minded, swift
D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a biatch)
A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat
[Chorus]
This what you get when colli park hook up with the package sto' nigga
Y'all ain't know we was coming back like this did ya?
much when you get through with me
Well, I'm losing weight and turning mighty pale
Looks like I've got a tiger by the tail.
Open Up Your Heart:
(Buck
I'd like to say that the Senator was sorry
It's sad when the powerful don't felt any shame
Some get attention by being mean and so rude
Me, I gonna use
and shock it
Don't care who's saying stop it
You're lucky that the little pussy didn't
Get lit up like a rocket
They say that real recognise real
How comes
flicking
Get money, f*** b****es
Young Weezy, young pimping, she love it
I keep going, she keep cumin, what you know 'bout it
So 'bout it, like Master P,
the slit up in my wallet
Keep me lucky the moment the trigger hit a nigga flawless
For money this party pack'll get you lit up like the target
For money you
bounce it, wop it wop it
Girl, move that thang like you gettin' money for college, go
Break it down like you working for your tuition at Howard
Mama,
bounce it, wop it wop it
Girl, move that thang like you gettin' money for college, go
Break it down like you working for your tuition at Howard
Mama,
think im
all that you need, girl.
[Mike Jones]
Baby girl, I know you tired of that mess
You're man giving you stress
put that cigarrete down let me put
These niggaz wearin' skirts like the pope
Who them niggaz that you love to get (us)
Who them niggaz that you fuckin' wit' (us)
Love the girl that weed
I love to joke, yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah, I love to get real lit, ayy
I'm in the, I'm in the motherfuckin' city
New York, Fifth Ave
What you know about
day to days
While chained by a shackle
It was a battle
Y'all take mass L's
Crying like a baby
Shaking on their rattle
It was a battle
Get back
for it plus l want it more
You dribble dribble but you never score
I'm lil Wayne with the metaphors
The blue flame on the glass jar
Dwight Howard
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
Would you rather live life like me or by the book? (you get it?)
Sheesh, we are what we are
Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER
He's
Others cursed the man, yellin’ “You’re a got-damn traitor!”
So, I reckon it’s a good time
To remember “Black Like Me”
Written by a good man
Who believed
going for the going,
Just going for the going.
Well what's his name boys?
Did you get the name boys?
Well what's his name
Boxcar Willie Jones.
Boxcar
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
They tell me Jones better take it easy
Said I'm coming for you so believe it or not
I've been a menace since the get go
I'm spotting fire so believe
okay
Its okay its okay
Its okay its okay, nigga u so gay u know it u know it
(You pussy ahh nigga)
Yo hoes and yo homies they know it they saw it, act
the cops(Do It!)
Chrous
(Jim Jones)
We fly high, No Lie ,You know this (BALLIN!)
Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz
(Girl)
We fly high, No Lie ,You
there (they comin')
If it's heavy then Omelly comin' in a Lear (yeah)
Bricksquad, like Waka and 'nem (Waka)
If it's Gucci like D. Howard get a block
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