Lyrics:
[K RoC ]
Hoe, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me
Throw a chump
and run a man through da crowd
He gonna give me sumthin
Brap Rap my niggas
Blow
Finesse, from SP to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood
to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood when we groove and prove
Jena 6 shit
Like if you ain't from around here, you was gettin' hit (c'mon)
Send a O.G. some flicks, make they time go by quick (hey)
You surprised
(c'mon!)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
For
All of this cuz Jim wouldn't sign you (All of this)
C'mon man, fuck a Tru-Life, he's a Tru Dyke
I think him and Bleek is enganged to each other
I
Eh yo, whassup E Double?
Yo what's up man?
Yo these crab MC's
Got us trapped up behind these walls man
But I'm ready to break out there and do this
Aww damn, aww yea
Aww damn, aww, yea
It's The Champ, and the
RTT, ouu
In this bitch, in the bitch
All up in the bitch, in the bitch
Say you got man
Tuck the cannon in the low fabric
Slick Rick grills, 24 gold karats
The Kimber K6s is so savage
It blew his brains all
Over the ghost mattress
One things for certain, all that glitters ain’t gold
So don’t be swallowed by your fears no matter what you are told
This exercise for the soul,
like lumber
If hun wants to swing ep', she takes my beeper number
The skills go back to the days of flippin' coins
Pasttime readin' books by my man
to much gang
Man
With the women
We will never be ducky
Like
If I decide to kill you like lil tjay
You won't be so lucky
Never
I will talk to the opps
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
just so ass, I'm sorry
You're so fucking quiet too
Marshy, Imma be honest, your music sucks
Like C'mon man, your getting destroyed by a duck
Like what
chicks by the deuce (uh huh)
Ain't no telling what this man might do
Cause tonight this man ain't playing by the rules
So tell me,
Anybody feelin'
Verse 2:
Now she scrolling thru my DMs
Prolly wish she hadn’t seen them
All these bi%&es down to f%^k
That’s y they always hit me up
They flirt with me i
Black Royalty man, Death Valley man
C'mon man, nah mean, it's all year
I'm on some '08 shit man
(This that feel good, right here)
Calico M110 a hundred
bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (C'mon man)
My route better of course
We started without food in our mouth
They
kill all man say
Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
Yeah mon blam! The 187 fact
Is back in the house man for nine-trey
This here
Sir" (Yup)
Walkin' on water, I'ma glide, Drexler
Big Man paid the price
Where the bank teller? (Ow)
Summer 2K, big screen, Blu ray
Keep that Word on my
Yo I brought the U.K vibe to the French
Hold tight my brothers in London
Big S is back in the cut, you dunno
Chaque jour pour le biz, chaque jour
quick to talk shit and don't give a damn
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp across the land, better read ya' motherfuckin' press
, F.N.I.C. (what up)
Black Royalty, man (what up), Death Valley, man
C'mon, man, nah mean, it's our year, I'm on some '08 shit, man
This that feel good,
with me Glock Glock
Kill all man say kill all man say
Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
Yeah mon blam! The 187 fact man
Comin'
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