Lyrics:
Energy make this one
Ayy, ayy
A lot of shit to try to throw you off your element
Put that shit up in your hustle and development
Swear these niggas
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
A whole damn lot
A little after that
Came came TIN Stak
Brought in
Sir William and Ace
But that time of my life
Brought a whole lot of rain
Got it in with
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
Heroin sales, detectives'll sell
A lot of yellow tape, where that Obama care?
This the mob, bitch, silk underwear
Yeezy concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas
sales, detectives'll sell
A lot of yellow tape, where that Obama care?
This the mob, bitch, silk underwear
Yeezy concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating,
team's sleep
Harlem, mob style, we run shit
Sheet rock, bury niggas for dumb shit
Grenades, bombs and rocket launchers
The smell of dead bodies
The odor
[Intro: Styles P]
It's a lot of pain (a lot of pain)
You learn to live with it though (know'msayin')
Things we do
[Styles P]
Hungry, starvin'
Our circles cant mix, y'all too well mannered, we mannish
We'll wreck your motto, straight savage, respect from the bottom
It's active, no lacking, no
Brothers and sisters, go on and
Get you a good
Little seat because it's time for a talk
(Yes, sir)
And grab an ice cube while you're at it
Because
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
I call this the wild style
It's inherited from Wu Mei
The Huang style founder, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
What else have you got?
Wu-Tang
INS your highness
bang, bang
We in this bitch throwing gang signs
Ride on my enemies, throw them off in the sea
Know a lot of niggas really dream about getting me
Oh she feisty
But she trifling
She so sexy
But she sheisty
She gon indict me
She a trustfund babyyy
No sir, no sir
I ain’t have your daughter
back by
Multiply that number by ten
You get a lot of answers
When you want a dildo in their ass
That's not for me
Boy sit down have a seat
Then add a wink I see your
a lot bloody get rid of it soon as it drop
You hanging wit ops I load 30 shots and mob down your block
Clean up like a mop umm yea
Hit a big lick, Big
that you could need
Sir Bernard Spilsbury
Old ladies to adolescents in all stages of putrescence
So come inside and see what you can see!
So don't
that you could need
Sir Bernard Spilsbury
Old ladies to adolescents in all stages of putrescence
So come inside and see what you can see!
So don't
Right
Uhhhh
Let's do this, one time baby
Uhhh
Yea-yea
Yah, yo
Whattup ma, the name H doe, I'm into pesos
V.I.P. and champagne by the caseloads
I got a lot of swank
By myself I'm a think tank
I got this, like a mob justice
I'm perfect coz I do practice
I Big talk coz I know I'm killing
My Big
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
and Rocket League, man we vegging tonight
Midnight praccy at McPhee got me wanting to die
Get back to Dirty Murr, hit the cart 'n' get high
(Sir, can you open
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