Lyrics:
thought
By the end of the night, you'll be picking up your jaw
Plants, not ten or twenty
Run up in the crop gaff with eggs Benny (agh)
Man's 'ead got
to wear his blindfold
He tries to create a cool plot
Mother Mary grins when she sees this out
Watching pity kid who looks like a lout
Trying to be big by
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
people don't beg for no restitution
Bizzy be khaki'd up baby dust a mink
You gotta love me cuase I'm ghetto fabulous
What do you think, half breed rock
No thang
We gon bang
This whole game
Until a rapper left with no name
No thang
We gon bang
This whole game
Until a rapper left with no name
No thang
I’ll put it on these white kids screamin Sosa like bang bang
Aye I say
Big racks all day
I’m paid
Pull up wit the mitt
I play
I catch the money
Throw it
I say, I mean it
I never take back words, I live by four words
"Don't ever go backwards"
Love for the outcasts and all of those who've been down
[Run-D.M.C.]
Inconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
With words well adored
a ring
Others sat by the brim
Tonight high-q site
Want these innocent
Bing-bang
And the big bang
Big bang, big bang
Die like a butterfly
to blow the dust off
Now what's what?
The flow's too skippy, no hopscotch
You know I hot-step
Through hell and burn my own socks off
Make it bang
to do with a Glock
I don't be on my dolo I stay with a flock
Them my niggas they bout it you know by the walk
I love my lil bro and my nephew a lot
So I
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Havokondabeat, bitch)
Big steppin'
I ain't worried
Yeah, man, they dyin' on the curb
Yeah, they die, but I ain't
boys
Alright roundabout now I wanna bring everybody's club status right back down to the ground level
Big shout out to Pink Cadillacs
Russell the Love
its my turn to buss
And make weak muthafuckas turn to dust
And if you weak you die in the streets of Chi
Its deep drive by my bullets fly in the seat
now I'm feeling slumped
Sabe up dough then invest in a slug
Baby come arch ya back bruck ya back then I'll do my thing and be gone by dust
Trust
I'm
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
She got everything cus she bang wit us
Rollin' wit the team
Bangin'
Type to keep it kosha know she dangerous
We got everything that you need
Need
Aye yeah It's TILLO
QPM in this mothafucka
We got them we got them we got them
Big (Big) thangs (Thangs) full drum boom let it bang
At the strip we
spittin', son
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run
Got about fifty guns
And I love all of 'em the same, bang-bang (Word up)
Damn, baby
spittin', son
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run
Got about fifty guns
And I love all of 'em the same, bang-bang (word up)
Damn, baby
and the finger of a thirty-eight
Dust by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but
a round-the-clock lyricist, I sleep in my work boots
It's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate
It's a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight
Dust
Raised by my momma, yup
Play for Toronto son
Got game, so from the ladies
Get a lot of love
I aint tryna brag, I aint gassed
Nope, not at all, hot
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