Lyrics:
need to dress warm, I brought plenty of heat
Y'all can't do nothing with this here
For one, I pack three 9's like the year
Y'all funny money hustlas
For one, I pack three 9s like the year
Y'all funny money hustlas
7 gram hustlas
Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustlas
I hold bank dough, dough
how you, know niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna _Fuck for Free_ like Akinyele
Take this ride 'til you feel it inside ya belly
If it's tight get
Ah yeah! feel the funk bay-be!
That’s right, this is called the basement!
And my man cl smooth kick it for you like this
From the heights, not
think that she knows where to go when she wants some
'Cause Monty ain't here for nothing but I gotta let all
Somethin' 4 da Honeyz, Somethin' 4 da
somethin' I done wrote up for my man Will
It goes somethin' like this, it's called Rock-a-bye Homeboy
No doubt, no doubt check it out
Queensbridge, when
for my hustlas
Roll wit my duns (uh huh)
Cold wit the guns (uh huh)
If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when I come
I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit
want it, ooh (it's that Latin)
You got it, uh (activity)
You want it (ohh)
Baby, you got it (break it down for me fellas)
Roll the track, step back
make you a overnight celebrity
Know what I'm sayin'? Come on
Why don't we play somethin' these hoes'll like?
Drive whips I know they like
Twista,
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
Let's go
Now we're back again for a funky ride
Ain't no stoppin' us 'cause we've done it right
US5's like dynamite
Don't you know we've got it
make you a overnight celebrity
Know what I'm sayin'? Come on
Why don't we play somethin' these hoes'll like?
Drive whips I know they like
Twista,
committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse
somethin' like this
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there
offerin here's somethin for your crown
I admit no malice, I just met his challenge and won
How tight is your flow?
'Cause I'm like that yo
How right
(Chump I throw up the semi on a nigga yeah!)
You 'gon make them boys dump
It's like that for real
It's like that for real
Yeah shorty wild, tre pounds,
make it blast
Stone for cast, whiplash like car crash, black flag
For emcees that multiply, act bad, make you thinkin your rhyme bad
Got all the skills
around the world but you will never find (uh)
Another shorty like mine (c'mon), shorty like mine
I tell my niggas that, uh
You got a girl but she
kiddo? You're line was busy
Bobby
Fella
Bobby
Sweetie
How have you been?
Stop by on your way home
Seems like weeks since we Bobby,
a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers
I hear Russian blonde's the wettest
But anyway, I better pay homage to my fellas
And that's what's on my
Muthafucka, sometimes, you feel like a nut
That's what you do
What we got here, uh, check it out
Here's another one, uh, uh
By the Notorious
shiiiiiit
(Oooh! Haha) i figure they deserve somethin'
For all them hours
And that be the realest shit
That I never wrote
(Really spoke something on that
somethin' like this
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there
offerin here's somethin for your crown
I admit no malice, I just met his challenge and won
How tight is your flow?
'Cause I'm like that yo
How right
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