Lyrics:
on the lip
N now you gotta tip
Two bills for a kiss
Drop a stack for her lips
Pay up no fronts
She ain't takin shit
Hit Kidd this a hit
Bro you never really
was chilling
Now you make me out to be the villain
As if I break hearts for a living
Woah oh
I ain't sellin' no more drugs
I promise that I'm no thug
nigga
You're on, people got to wondering if it's a for sure song
Yes, I got another killer making a tour strong
If you thinking of battling, you're
hard)
See them black squad cars and still get paranoid (Paranoid)
Name ringing in the hood like a boost phone (Boost phone)
Ain’t no love for a thug once
I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind
Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine
Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks
Forget the bullshit and bust like this
bubbles up your ass
I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind
Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine
Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks
Forget the bullshit
the cave then everybody gonna came when you fucking with the big game I'll be the n****s if you raise it, hell, living plenty of bombshells for you know my
feet but he didn't bet on
Being scooped by A Tribe Called Quest and cared for
Until his wounds healed, he then declared war
Called up Jay & A, who both
Now ever since I was a young scrub
I was a thug on the corner
With my niggas slanging drugs
And runnin' from the NARCs when they pass by
Don't ask
and they shill for theirselves
And still they're skimming off our portions when we're living in hell
And it's straight fabrication
On the papers and radio
a game
Rakim got 'em ceased, stories by Ricky D
The Fresh Fest Tour, the Fugees' Score
Daddy Kane's raw, N.W.a vs. The law
Cube's America's most,
to slide
I'm the I-N-T MecHe
Diamonds on my fingers make the girls look sleepy
Parked outside with the beat in the truck
Got two old for games, I don't want
no way I go crop um
Fact that we living and knacking as usual my brother is a blessing ! [ Yah Yah ]
Straight outta MTK niggur im thug so better don’t
(Ahh)
One time for the real Ones
3 cheers for the Hood Rhymes
N****s getting chased by The blue lights
Digging for gold in the Moonlight
One time One
servin' by the light post
He feel the breeze of the night cold
Feel the breeze of the night cold
Whoa
Judge us like we living life wrong
Only cuz they never
and clean
And to the rubbers that throw in the scene
M-A-N-D-E-L-A
Now you got a chance to hear what he say
Since they kept him locked up for
for my niggas living lavish
I've got a pit named P, she Nigerina
I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And, I think I've got
for my niggas living lavish
I've got a pit named P, she Nigerina
I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And, I think I've got
for my niggas living lavish
I've got a pit named P, she Nigerina
I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And, I think I've got
From the very bottom
No love for VILLAINS
All the HERUZ shot'em
Stacking up the millions
I need every dollar
I'm starting a collection
Only baddies in
happened yet
I’m young black
And winning
Got'em in they feelings
All my haters
And the racists upset
The homies thug'n
Always throwing up sets
AR for
B-U-N B
'Cause what's a ho with no pimp
And what's a pimp with no hoes?
Don't be a lame
You know the game and how it goes
We tryna get chose
Ohh, ohh, I
Learned to suck good dick by fuckin' thugs
A nigga can't teach you, spread like a track meet
Breaking D-boys, MCs, and athletes, but not me
Told you from
Learned to suck good dick by fuckin' thugs
A nigga can't teach you, spread like a track meet
Breaking D-boys, MCs, and athletes, but not me
Told you from
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