Lyrics:
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
my blick nigga
Me and Flockaveli, bitch I'm sensin' like I'm belly
They be by my celly, flip them bitches at the telly
Trained To Go nigga, how I rob
Roch'
Can't forget Westchester
Can't forget umm CL, hit me off
Feel the funk by the rap czars in sports cars
Comin atcha now you listen at the feet
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word
All I did was the switch the kitchens, did some tracks on the birds
Irv, Gotti know I'ma murderer
Half these niggas
and peep this micfiendz sound harmonies slash peace aint in yo bones trying to overcharge the nigga but don't got the full zone short pocket assholes always
and peep this micfiendz sound harmonies slash peace aint in yo bones trying to overcharge the nigga but don't got the full zone short pocket assholes always
[Violent J]
Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up
Road by
Well, you know the Juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up?
Road by me
and call yo` bluff
Ignore a fool, that`s what they holler
Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
em like a verse and lay em on the beat
Celebrate easter by goin to Cony Island when heap
Just to have a slash out and bang it out on the beach
In
to take yo damn life
Just one slash it's night night
I ain't even gotta try
Stacking these bodies on bodies
All of yo homies they dead, dead, dead
Body bag
mc hammer bitch dont even touch me
I got these bitches sick they tryna slash my tires
Bitch you gon turn me into michael myers
Fuck donald trump but
(Verse 1)
Yo, from swerving vine to vine, Tarzan, climbing pine
Trees rewind, I'm stuck in tars and rants, that's a vine
Divinely mark check-in as I
loud like them riots
And it's still ghost even if that food quiet
Real rap, cah you ain't gotta tell me
You were raised by pricks
Wouldn't last long like
paper im on yo ass, ceo illy been by the bag
post wit dat strap that was by the bag, I feel like wop ima buy the block
i feel like ross ima chop
Yo, what's up yo? This is Nore, nigga
Yeah, let me know when y'all comin out here
so I can y'all some gats immediately
The minu-The minute y'all
turn into a hater
Real gangsta bitch I let ya meet yo maker
You sorry now bitch yea you betta be
They see me fly by like there go ha hip ass
They love
bitch, you worried bitch nigga tell yo mama put a frame on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Irv Gotti with the flame on it
I'm in the coupe,
realest nigga in it (I am)
Free my dogs i swear to God it been a minute
Yo, it's Boosie and Gotti
Niggas know we go retarded for money we fuck up the check
drive by's, homicides and shooting up niggas cars
What's the point of being a street nigga kicking with the stars
Though the niggas that you really loved
a housewife
When you know everybody know you a body
Got me a pistol, I got me a shotty
I be posted up in the yo like Gotti
How you gon' send a nigga like me
Steeze flyin' off the roof
VIP with hundred dollar bills
Flyin' off the roof
So I got behind her, to see if I fit there
Yo go tell Gotti there's a
Five
Yo Gotti, I am
Can't enough of the price
Imma tax you, Uncle Sam
She can't get enough of that camera
Since I put her on the red carpet
Can't get enough
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