Lyrics:
to the folks, but they don't believe ya
People say to quit this music sh--,
Not knowing where you're goin', you're confused and sh--
But""Au
of wedlock
It’s dealing his career a fatal blow
I asked him, “Where’s the baby?”
He said, “Jason, buddy, maybe now you see
Why fuckin’ Scrappy’s gotta go!”
'Bout to hit y'all in the head with that mothafuckin' "Where The Cash At"
Featurin' Remy Martin and my mothafuckin' self, man
Do what you does lil
mother fucker who tried to diss
You crackin' jokes?(Crackin' jokes) you lil bitch? (You lil bitch)
This snitch caught a stitch which sealed his lips
Crank
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Hopin' that our beams'll match
Gotta see you later baby, I'm a fiend for that
Wide body Navigator but my screens are flat
Now we watchin' motion
(R-R-Rossi going up)
If it's smoke, I'm like a chimney
Glock 19 got a switchy
I keep the Drac', but I ain't Drizzy
I make birds fly like Tweety
of the individual are dependent upon
You realising your right as an individual.
People are so easily deluded into thinking they've instrumented choice
Where in
God Of Rap, Lil B, Rawest Rapper Alive lil B
Bodybags I was out broke in the
Hood you wouldn't copy that
Niggas made fun of me
Niggas didn't wanna
she fastin'
Look at that ass it's fantastic
Go get that money lil bitty bitch (go get it)
Now hop on that pole and get nasty
She won't let you smash
Mind your plan, in my mind, all I wanted you
And slow down, lil' mama, where you walking to?
You walking off like that's it now
Talking all of that
cocaine like Kool-Aid mix
Matter of fact y'all I could use a fix
[Slurp sound] Bitch, you like that hoe?
Now drop to your knees and blow, and who wanna
People thank you, I do this for all the mean creators
I was someone who never needed favors to get where I'm at
Now they deem me a savior
But to be
why they chase me? 'Cause My Name Is Earl
I date 4, 5 chicks and you know they all choke
And they told me "Lil' daddy, you so dope!"
You are so do,
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
quick
You will end up this verse so disgusted about it
But this is what monsters are capable of
Well where do I begin?
This little kid was force to eat
now she won't dig you without a melody
Love nerds, used to be into niggas with felonies
We need a new president, where the fuck is Eric B?
Or did my
I've never surfed
This shit is Hocus Pocus
I'm bout to get you cursed
Viewers are amazed
By the phrase of my words
I heard they tweeting bout me
Well
A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police!"
Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east
Now play yourself, you gon' find
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
cause now I drop bombs on CD-Roms
Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum
Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from, under confusion
Run up
[Intro: Lil' Kim]
Ladies and Gentlemen
You are now listening to the sounds
of the Notorious B.I.G. and the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Jealous niggaz
where where
So where where where are You? where where where You?
Where where where You?
Where where where where where where
We were the one
Now you are
dahlin'! jes' a few moments ago you was well on yo' way to bein' severely ugly! now, thoo de magik o' stagekraff, de blubulence of yo' blobulence done re
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