Lyrics:
up in the game with a cold demeanor
Ya'll finna get swiped like stolen Visas
Fall back, ya'll dealing with a bully
Finna hit 'em with a bulls-eye like
honor roll, but honored up in them streets
'Cause I'm a Linwood nigga, them young niggas hit ya
Put a stack on your head, you'll bleed a lake on Grand
Stupid ho's that I use to fuck around wit'
Way back, see a nigga now and they say that I changed
Put another notch in the game
You watchin'
And You gotta be awake even when ya sleep (Ya feel me)
They say when making moves out in these streets (Just listen)
Just stay on point, this game ain't for
Don't gotta beg
You can come and eat this
Fuck dat I'll sit on ya mud cap
Kitty so fat
He be calling fo his step dad
Turn me on break it down get it
slipping no
So i sneak in through the back door (I sneak)
She like when I hit it I put my leg up on da bed n lean back like I'm Fat Joe (Lean Back)
She
my shit wouldn't start
[Chorus]
So duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
heads swollen
Mystikal slippin' and on the
Pavement you get laid
Light up through ya ho
I'mma grab you by them dookey braids
Put'cha head down, cuz I
a nigga flow
Dolioski in dat field where dem sheep ain't go
Hoe know a nigga eat and want milk me from below
In da trap ima God leave ya offering in da bowl
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Yeah, uh, dat gangsta shit
Shout to my homies out west hoo-bangers
Mack Deezy for Sheezy
All my niggas in the Bronx
Holdin' them corners down
Ya
and dine her like we goin on date
She always cumin and don't ever be late
Bitch i got dumb if you play with my gang we gon put 762s in ya brain
If you act
love it when ya feel when I'm up in your mind
With the graphic design, yeah I spit it divine
You the lyric, I'm the rhyme
We the physics behind,
understand perfection
My nigga T-Dubb expressed himself
Oh yes he did
Now it's time for the DJ to put his bid in
Ya thinkin' he's mixin' the mix
Well your ass
that blick on my side ain't no running from it
Ran it up by myself I ain't come from money
I put you on the wave how you take it from me
I just think
love
Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da dat dat da da ya da
No one else was in the room where it happened
The room where it happened
It's 12.30 AM, Christmas Eve
I'm out with the gangstas and thieves
Celebratin', postin' up with eggnog [head up up] in my cup
[Put Rudolph
chase no ho
I just really chase da doe
N my pockets fat like joe
I just Cook n sell da blow
N i got it 4 da low
Niggas call me give n go
Bitches call me
(Throw them stacks up)
(Make it rain rain)
(What!)
Fat Joe
Make it rain up in the cut
Got a check?
Bitches always fall in love
You's a bitch you gotta show
niggas is gone, rest in peace though
Fifty-Two blocks, Gazelle frames
Bald heads and heavy chains
Somehow caught in the game
Back in '83, before cable TV
hater
(Chorus)
I ain't saying no names
Its a lot of player haters ain't true to the game
Verse 3 (Master P)
Player haters in ya face want
gettin' weak
'Cause I'm deep in ya stomach
And it ain't no shame
Hey girl, let's go to the ball game
If you're hungry, I'll feed ya
I got a menu, so let me
I’m from From south
We ain’t really wit dat runnin ya mouth
Always moving wtf is a couch
No kangaroo keep me one in da pouch
Yea
Im never lacking but
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
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