Lyrics:
wanted smoke, you wouldn't type out any message
Move around with this coke, I'm like who need a refreshment
Ha, huh
Hit the dope wit a remix
Loose lips
and locked up my nigga
And you can take care of dem nigga’s
For two three years my nigga
As soon as dem nigga’s get out dawg
They go fuck wit the nigga’s
Who
figure
(No matter who?) I'll bruise and bash you, blast you
Autograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattoo
Deliverin mind blowin rhymes and poems
I be wit the killers, I be by myself
I be gettin' money, I be by myself
I stay in designer, I be by myself
It ain't hard to find me, I be by
Fontage
Make it, got no time to fake it
Fuck it who you fakin? got no time to make it
Don't fuck wit you, fuck wit you, nothing left to admit
Don't
to mash you, treat you like dope in poverty we trap you
I loss friends, who I knew in the very beginning, funny how's ends had became the ending
But fuck
sayin' (Girl--Tonight)
(Twista):
Hit it to that Jodeci
Hit it to that Jagged Edge
Hit it to that New Edition
Get you whipped and good for...
(Don't you
ass nigga
That got fucked in the ass by your father figure
(No matter who?)
I'll bruise and bash you, blast you
Autograph you wit a bullet wound for
because of your good words
You will not be saved because of your good deeds
You are saved by Jesus Christ (yeah)
I'm a county jail revival
I'm
to fuck
Ooh, go 'head, move that ass
Give a G a chance and let me clog the gap in ya pants
I can tell you a freak
By the way that you dance
Yeah, a AAA
bread up
And when they told me slow it down
I just sped up
We ain't wit that crumb shit
Get a bread truck
And I got money on my mind
Like a edge up
Aye
(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon' do?) Feel
by da summer
If all I do is tell you lies
find a bitch who won’t
You a juvenile wit lies
You wear yo shit right on yo trunk
They freed s ebk outside
He
me
On yo block I creep
That's just fine by me
Used to be a ball player never thought I'd sing
Now I'm making melodies
You can't bet wit me know
queen
[Chorus: x2]
[Chorus]
Check this out now
Dru Hill said you're sleeping in their bed
Then the twins said you slept with Jagged Edge
112
you block me in my sick flow
Who thinking that they better
If you really tryna claim better
Then come body me I got cheddar
On the table that's a bid my
up, wit edges, like a razor blade
Causin' me sum major pain, such a shame
SuperDry you already know
Tears kept falling down my face today, it wasn't
shame on u/
Popped off the when I was 6 /dirty mattress had to flip /treat the dog like im vick/fuck yo fam and who u wit/if them niggas aint my
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
gotta be safe
You know I got that steel wit' me
No mercy if you try to play
I put you in the dirt
I live by loyalty don't put me last
'Cause ima take you
to R Kelz
All you gotta do is say
J, turn it up
One time for Jagged Edge
(Turn it up, turn it up)
And, girl, I know you like 112
(Turn it up,
flirt wit all y'all
Yeah, yeah homie u say she ya girlfriend
But when I step up to her I'm be like cousin
Believe me man, this is how them playas do it in
to you
Big comes through wit
Mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thug dudes
Who's the killer? me or you?
(We forgive you for you know not what
always on edge
I really trust no one
Cause people they want what I have
You better than that
I f wit the vibes that you bring me
It help me relax, I'm
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