Lyrics:
'em up style
Let these niggas know you not them other hoes
Get wild (Yeah)
I named it (I named it)
And yes I claimed it (Yes I claimed it)
This life is
featuring The L.O.X.
Intro: Sheek Luchion
Yeah what the deal. This is what y'all niggaz been waiting for?
This is what been waiting for huh?
the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in school
I love you
Is it my car, Is it my clothes
That make these hoes want fuck for sure
Is it my style or the way I roll
That make these haters want hate some more
yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's
Make it hot
Make it hot
Make it hot
Make it hot
The world is filled, with pimps and hoes
We'll just talk about those I knows
The world is mine,
a contract
When they get out but they never will
I made sure that they would
Have to follow my path
I made sure that I could
Keep perfectin' my craft
I made
holding the Glock
I can tell by the way she shooting nonstop
I can tell by the way she looked in my eye, something hot is about to occur
Bullets in the air
suck on me,
Or tell me is it that screen
As you see inside,
When I be high rollin by
Let me cop one ride
Or tell me is it my style how I'm just so
Hey, yo, Rza! hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggas save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, tical
The fuck you
On the chessbox
Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by
Turn the music up
Feel the bass from the car
Check my production
Make sure my vocals is raw
With the
Beat slamming
Flows hot bar for bar
I know they
the Mothership unknown to man
With a blunt in my hand, a mic in the other hand
God damn I slam I jam like this
Sure nuff, my rap style is Cold Crush
And plus,
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
style
We were late, I made it hot like the Mohave
Stay late in the studio so now we
Can lounge in his and her Lex Jeeps
Plush livin'
rich
Check out my style, baby I don't quit
I heard this freak say, "That's the shit,
He took the cake, fucked the rake
Too $hort baby damn sure ain't
you?
don't know what it is but there's something about you...
[Chorus]
Is it her smile?
Is it her clothes?
Is it her style?
I don't know. she's so fine
burn, for the essence in the game
The +Tru Reign+, some fell upon the one
want to BOOM BAP, I bring style by the ton
No pain, no fun, let's creep out
leaf, I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real, it never haunts me while
Funny style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads
leaf, I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real, it never haunts me while
Funny style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads
as a whistle
But when you black, you hot and cops Is like heat seeking missiles
My homie got two childs Both of them act too wild
But every time he's wit em he
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
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