Lyrics:
Wrapped around my waist like a cummerbund
Don't make a nigga pump (clap clap) you up!
I come in that new thing she threw up
Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean
know give me a motherfuckin break, will ya?
shorty was da bomb brown skin honey with the dough
found out she was a lil' ho but still yo
pushed up
the fightin' in the club, I'm done with all that
Nigga, his ass out of line, then his ass gettin' whacked
Give a west-side 10 stacks and that's that
But maybe
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my bitch duckin' them
and give a nigga bone cancer
When I deliver, I give 'em shivers
You wicked souls, meet your creator, the Darth Vader
I send that evil ass back
bad
Soon as my voice's touch's or even get's close to a track
it's rat-a-tat-tat-tat I'm droppin' bomb's on they asses
burn you up in the ashes ya
Take this shit by storm
Blazing through the bitch, new form
All my demons come forth
Show the kinda tricks that we got in store
What the fuck you talking
cool when there's constant heat on ya' back (back)
New York City
That's where I stay
Where every day
Is foul play (Barry Williams)
We got ours, so
(What's up?)
How ya doin' today? (Just great Shags!)
That's great, now let's give a hand
To Mickey Clark and the Gangsta Fun Band!
We'll be right
ran up a check but ain't sponsored by Nike
You claim that you gangsta but act like the police
Don't think we don't know
Niggas ain't solid they really
enemies die
We can murder by numbers, you do the math
Me plus a glock equals blasting your ass
Homicide and anybody snitch, they die
Subtract
In a second
I might give him early dismissal (okay)
And I really be lovin' my damn AK (Woo, Woo)
But I might hit his ass with the pistol
(okay)
And I
manager"
Put her on a track, and I ain't talkin' rap
Don't bring your ass home
Until you got my stacks
Too $hort, Lil B and Mack
We don't play by the book
If
bitches like i'm playing ding-dong
Ditching on em scrt off see me now i'm gone
I could give a fuck about that fake ass frown
Say we bout to fuck yelling
will, enemy I state
When 4 Doc run the scam
New jacks studderin, that the man from the upperhand
Punch, atomic bomb I hit many
From Bricks to South
New York has fucking sewer rats
Sometimes abstract like an act by Confuse a Cat
But always explosive cutting wires
Can't diffuse a rap
BOMBS!
I drop
fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
shit, man!
I don’t give a fuck about fitting in
You niggas gonna follow me!
Back to the ground
Nigga we gonna make it nice and dirty!
Now wan’ get dirty
much ass in one move
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-BOOM
Make that ass hop (x2)
All the ladies in the party make the planet rock
See that ass hop
Watch
Held down my crown for a decade and a half
Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood bath
Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm rich
Cause I learned,
Yo yo brand new KRS why'all Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris set it for The Bronx..
We hit em and get em we stick em
fuckin' plastic, I'm on the floor, an I can't stop throwin' up,
Devastatin', grippin' the toilet, regergutatin',
Like a fat ass rat,
On a big ass
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