Lyrics:
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
cheddar,
G-Unit move around with dem pounds and Baretta's,
yea faggot, if i want it im gon have it, regardless if it's handed to me or i gotta grab it, dont
because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old School artists don't always burn
You're just another rapper who's had his turn
Now it's my
Yeah we gon call this stadium music, ya
Nahmean, I think that’s how, ya nahmean
Atlanta appropriate
30 you a fool for this one
Money don’t make you
Coachella, i
Got a tour comin' up, I don't
Really have time but, fuck it
I gotta figure it out
Cole Alexander adding his vocals to DEATHCAMP
Tyler recording
Just abide by, what your ride by
Cause we abide by what we ride by, HA!
[All]
Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Priest, don't hit me no more"
phone call might just escalate
just wait just wait, don't play games nah it's not that
You can have a safe way home my lad
You don't wanna get laid out
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
after we sexed man
i left the bitch breathless this is not school so please
do not test this my flow is illegal my vocals arrested
u dont want beef u must
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
is young
Four day weekend, time to have some fun
D.j.'s scutter up, drop them joints
Everybody's been waiting to dance and make noise
B-boys, let
the bunch
Yea it's making my head rush
I'm from the eastside
Where they wrap you in a rug
Right behind the club
Boy don't get fucked up
By my blood cuz
Cause
so much money that the lid threatens eruption and the bank says you dont have to call like you're Usher,
and i ain't kill or sell drugs to nobody,
so much money that the lid threatens eruption and the bank says you dont have to call like you're Usher,
and i ain't kill or sell drugs to nobody,
don't, have a lot of women hangin on my steez
Only one fine lady that you better believe
I say Annette's her name, and that's the truth
I give a lot
your Carty from
Oh it's gone missing it wasn't me
I was smiling wid him
J Hus pass by, swear I saw your wifey wid him
You gon' have a tiny temper
I just
the lid threatens eruption and
The bank says you don't have to call like you're Usher
And I ain't kill or sell drugs to nobody
But I know niggas that kill
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
him to the clouds like an usher
You don't get the picture I'll paint it in red
You scared of the facts so you lie in your head
I do not blame you, you
it's a pop fly
Recognition, little boy, yeah, I got mine
All the fake stuff, yeah, you can have it
Playing with me little boy, it's gon' be tragic
Yeah,
speculations
You can keep on speculatin'
Ayy, I fucked her
Then walked past that bitch like
We ain't had relations (I don't know her)
You can call me Big Boss
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha (woo)
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha? (uh)
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
that though
Get them gone
If they wan't to act like a dog then don't feed them no bones
They can both share the pound for the timing they on
Bad boy
Bad
you call a ho, and all the hoes tell
You know Left Brain need a freak
I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
Don't be
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