Lyrics:
Pound Thug Life you know how we Fuckin' do this shit!
You stupid muthafuckas don't get me...
Now take a look inside my mind
That Pen' time made me
shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by
So come check the magic show by Deshawn,
And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin' your home to a casket,
Turn your wife
I can tell by how you're running
Take you higher than the summit
Girl you trying to do this
They call me the plumber bae I'll drain them fluids
And I
the officer speared me, like Goldberg
Say, "Where were you three o'clock on the dot?"
"My momma's house"
"You a goddamn liar"
"Have you heard about your
raps like thunders
Look over your shoulder boy and wonder
(Ooh!)
Don't you know, baby? (ooh, woah)
Don't you know, baby? (Mh, mm, yeah)
Just look
physique
They work it so you don't like me
But it's hol' up, hol' up, freeze
Cock back then i squeeze
Boy you might got'cha some hands
But there's one thing
the mortician, you know that shovel is on me
To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I'm all about the Benjy's
But that bring jealousy and envy
It...
(Anytime YOU want to go shooting, just give me a call)
"What's next?"
I really don't know anything about guns, but when the producer said
I was
called
Decide if you fall
Or have to wear a thought or
Break a side of the law and fight for yours
We a hundred deep
Don't give a fuck 'bout your capacity
Intro: Puff Daddy
I'ma make you dance
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 3X)
Don't stop
KRS-One
Puff Daddy
Bad Boy remix
Hit me baby
'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really trying to be picky
But if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky
Doing by
make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been dropping lately, don't make me have to fly my iTunes
So much people buy into my hype, don't make
YO! MTV raps baby
I grew up with them crack babies
But now they
MUMBLE RAP
Baby
Someone call the fat lady
Can't you see
The TOTAL
Score
Refugee vocals
I
grew up with them crack babies
But now they
MUMBLE RAP
Baby
Someone call the fat lady
Can't you see
The TOTAL
Score
Refugee vocals
I grow it local
But my
sucker niggaz know I'm the king
This green I smoke we call it drow
It's dead-liest from Memphis Tenn
You see my folk we ain't no joke
Don't turn this
close and don't be square
You wanna battle me -- Anytime, anywhere
You thought that I was weak, Boy, you're dead wrong
So come on, everybody
them Corn Rows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
But if you give me somethin', it's got to be the sticky
Doin' by the ounces, lo' lo's
a tragedy (Lord)
And you better have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady crying, 'cause she
a tragedy (Lord)
And you better have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady crying, 'cause she
that noise in ya ear/
I knock off ya headset/
Surgical wit these tools/
That have you boys on bed rest/
Copping a plea, boy what is that/
I never did
And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring
Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine
close and don't be square
You wanna battle me -- Anytime, anywhere
You thought that I was weak, Boy, you're dead wrong
So come on, everybody
about money don’t call me
You can check my call log
Its time to strategies
Growing appetite
The young boys getting hungry
Never broke again gotta fill
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