Lyrics:
2 check it
Broomstick gon' hit you wit the broom get it
Mr. pistol totin' ready for it tomb resurrected
Hit a kid rip, ha Smith n Wesson
Check 1 2
fucker (Still thuggin)
You know The Outlawz in this bitch (hahah.. it's on)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
Once again
Another fat nigga fried
Do a drive-by if you
what I'll probably hear
Sharkskin is what I'll probably wear, designed by Pierre, trust me
And look lovely with it
Cop a 4.2 and get ugly with it, snugly
Two big booty bitches, in my living room
Like me so much said she gon leave her nigga soon
I told her oh no baby what is ya doin, I told her O-O-O NO
start that fire
You only see failure not the Beauty of the lesson
But If I’m gonna have a Smith,
I got to have that Wessun
So the Balance is honored
My
Ah, yeah, we finna get ready to bump that smoked out, locked out, part two
Mystic Stylez, Three Six Mafia in the ho
We finna do that shit
Mafia
the track that
Put the Chi on the map
Now the Roc in the buildin', UIC Pavilion
Two years ago I was just a civilian
Now every chick in here swear I got
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
Remove your clothes
Take off your clothes (Strip!) [3x]
Out the shower, we butt-naked
Cash and ass, we don't fake it
Measuring tape, by four
I can tell by the way she talkin'
That she down to go the mile
Had a couple drinks now we headed back to her place
The shade of red from her
D-nice, the beat box
I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks
Many people know me, yet I'm known by few
My name is KRS-One, son
Not two or three
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
sure I need a way out
Can you see I'm still not calling for help now?
When I cannot do this on my own
[Pre Chorus:]
Quit trying by yourself
Boy you
what I need
Cause effecting
Smith and Wesson
Smokin' session
Slight digression
Leave myself to the thoughts
That I keep on forgettin'
1 tab
2 grips
Got
1,2,1,1,2
1,2,1,1,2
If you leaving, let me catch you
I don't gotta but I have to
All the people we're attached to
Fade like temporary tattoos
The Feeling ( Ft. Jag , J.Stone )
Written by Adrian A Smith II , JAG & J.Stone
Mixed & Masted by MixedByCrook
THIS THE FEELING I GET WHEN I STACK
AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones
[hook]2x
Aye and my loyalty is hella different
And I got hit up by these snakes without recognition
I got swag and you can hear it in my
prolly won't make it past dis day
22 shots up innis clip like emmit smith or Rudy gay
I grab my sprite i mix it Up you think I'm gon off purple rain
You
I'ma stand up nigga, I will never lay down
A bad place by the cartel, they gon' knock his head down
One thing 'bout them eskimos, them boys don't fuck
and, i can get the diesel, own T by 11
if you wanna do the math, dont come back til' you sold every gram for a hundred and a half
uh, keep up if you
couldn't get by me, why me
A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery
That shit that used to be my hobby
Never do it sloppy, make the job
Do it like tony did
Long hair bad lil bitch
Cocker spaniel
Two tenderoni chicks
Put a hater on my list
Put a hater on my list and
Checkmate
Checkmate
gets crossed ain't no letting it slide
See I was taught that the world a ghetto and it comes with rules by which we abide
Got it locked, working like
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