Lyrics:
on your tape or CD
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin' like a candle
What you can do
on your tape or CD
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin' like a candle
What you can do
there won't be no ho in us
They pop shit like they're gonna do shit but no one does
From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
We've changed
and old Dilla
No killer but I show you no mercy, no filler
When it's coming to my verses put the hearses in a line up
The only rapper worth it when you
of another
There's no frogs in the water
Baby can you see
And to wrap it up
I guess I just pity me
Telling our business
Wrapping your hands
Around my throat
fucker Watches brisk
Imma show boat Hoes trip go with the flow Hoes dip don't even notice it
Pull up on me let's see what goes
Imma let it blow
Like your
the cars out there and all the brothers
That like to front in their rides
Check it out
You know it's funky, funky, funky 'cos you heard it from hear-say
the cars out there and all the brothers
That like to front in their rides
Check it out
You know it's funky, funky, funky 'cos you heard it from hear-say
and that's the last thing I'll need
Made it so far there's no going back there's no retreat
Business owner my bread accumulate when i be sleep
I'm a loner I
on your tape or CD
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin' like a candle
What you can do
If can, can, if no can, no can aye
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting Puna on the map
Puna
If can, can, if no can, no can aye
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting Puna on the map
Puna
If can, can, if no can, no can aye
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting Puna on the map
Puna
did it?
How you claim to be a rapper when you don't rap?
You have no tracks
You sound like a white Kodak
Fuck that!
We don't need another one of those
Vacation mode
Constantly on
I'm feeling no stress
And I am truly impressed
By the places I see
Landscapes, people 'round me
No matter what I look like
I'm
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
can, you stop telling me to run?
In his hand, there was a picture of a nun
With her, it look like to be his son, fuck
What did I do? Damn, holding his
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
thinking I'd betray her, but I never do
And that is something that I'll never do
I Love You
Man, there something up my sleeve that I gotta pursue
The world
yo hice lo imposible (woo)
Hago hasta que el viento rime
No pueden conmigo, 'toy muy turbio en el business (woo)
Y yo sé que muchos no lo entienden
I'ma show up
You know that I be coming smooth wit it (smooth wit it)
Bout the money so the tool wit it (tool wit it)
I'm by my lonely solitude with it
floating supersoaking I’m all open just for your love
There’s no need to speak boy I’ll show you what to touch
We don’t gotta gotta talk about it
Let’s get
we gone let him hang
Niggas spreading lies
Like it's big facts
I don't got no time
For no chit chat
I don't pillow talk
Better dead that
I been in ya
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