Lyrics:
interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I
[Sticky Fingaz]
Twas the night before twistmas
And all through the house
We had guns and money around
Layin' on the couch
Was dressed with black
New York the city that never sleeps
Bodies covered in white sheets are layin' in the streets
Shit gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids
this
And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back
Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that
It's a dub ass see thang dub see brain
And we
to stop
Hoppin' out the big body and
These rims ain't stock
They don't know how much I'm holdin'
But they know it's a lot
You say you the plug but you
"Like they used to say" *repeated in background*
[Common]
We dealin wit some very critical and crucial times
Some of the most critical and crucial
shit, just rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won
rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won
and I smoke blunts
Forty ounce of private stizzinock
Standin' on the corner, holdin' my jizzinock
Watching all the girls, pass!
Boy she got a big
Exotic blunts and big bows we at da plug House
Pourin up sippin Hellas fours we at da Jugg house
I kno Shìt that you don't know just keep yo gun round
hustlin'
I'ma stack my game up and get what's comin' to me
Now I'm just gettin' by, and it's fuckin' with me
Seein' others doin' big things, it was nothin'
untill the end of time (end of time)
please stay by my side
.:VeRsE 3:.
Now only time could tell when i gotta go but i kno youll be ready
for me holdin
playboy, do your thing
Don't be mad if she calls my name
[Chorus]
Walkin' 'round, sportin' her, holdin' her hand
Doin' it big like you're the man
But
hate me, bitches in the head beatin' 'em (So)
Niggas want to ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
wit me
You ain't certified Harlem World get from 'round me
And Mase my big brother that's why you surround me
You could drop me off the same place
and ask Like what we gone do
Say lets tie the knot
Know that might be a lot
But tell me why we holdin back No holdin back up
I send a blitz they gone get
human feelings (huh)
Got a murder on my belt, it's holdin' up my denim (it's Gucci)
I'm keepin' the feds out my biz, you tryna put 'em in 'em (racks)
the trees lit
Tiltin' the bumper kit, I'm flippin' with the screens lit
Ridin' with the Big Dogg, we (Breakin' 'Em Off)
Sippin' the stuff to cure my cough,
But even then man the party won’t stop we goin’ keep the shit bumpin’ all night!
(Let's do it like this) Yo
RIP 2Pac and B.I.G (Biggie)
RIP Big Pun,
in the county
Im killin every beat I come across, collect the bounty
Smokin Gary Payton Im out inglewood right by da Rallys
Woke up to a big ole booty
going on
Man I'd rather be a wino
As long as I belong
For the ones who did me wrong
I'ma do it one time
If they wanna air it out
Then we can go the whole
on my city and thinkin' this shit a game (think this shit a game)
We don't play fair, drive-bys right in front of the daycare (ah)
We spray hairpin
Got a cock like a cactus
Now I drift through the desert like a wild coyote
Horny as a toad trippin off peyote
Holdin uptrains and gettin goods by
Uh, if you know like I know you would get down on the flo'
I keep a magnum for they back and I keep a swisha full of dro
We can get down for my
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