Lyrics:
a seven in the face but a ten in the ass
And she even look better by the end of my glass (damn)
See, I just walked in fresher than the Certs off in this
and all my crew been waiting
Just to turn up in this bitch like rutabaga to accrue the ratings
You degrading who's the greatest
If you saying who
sharp as always
Runnin' ya bricks with blitz
Through ya project hallways
Dumpin' crews like two's, nigga, all day
Secrets of war prepare me for the worst
leavin a whole lot of mess
Carry a fat knot, my crew's always looted
In this corner we have the undisputed
Champ, doin thugs with craps
Rob em
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
one degree
Surrounded by niggas who did first degree
And the other ones that never got they first degree, sheesh
Lucky me (nigga), yeah, I done
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
im spittin' for?
I'm not living for the middle living the given is difficult,
Gotta live it up but life is pitiful,
A pedestal, I put myself on,
around the way from me
This ghetto queen got up with a king
Keep it clean and in essence
[Chorus: x2]
[Kilo]
Where the players live
Have to deal
and screwed
I got the livest crew
I'm doin numbers every summer man I got to do
Pots and pans when I do my dance
See my pants they come from France
Bitches
my phone
And his daily limit is down to two calls
That's twenty minutes
That they surveying
Can't have a moment Cos they be listening
Can't reassure
true, sir.
We're Who's who, sir.
I'm a Who and so is she
Mayor & Mrs. Mayor:
We're tiny little people blowing by in the air,
Wonder how and why
We're
jacks pot to fill in my crates
We laid back chillin' and feelin' the music relates
We on the, to the two hangin' with my crew
Bullshittin' while we
[Intro/Chorus:]
Who's on the microphone? A BUNCHA NIGGAS! (repeat 3X)
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
[Chorus]
[Third Eye]
the roof
The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
While the average R&B group is doin a promo concert
Ignorin your phone calls from broke labels
Who try to put out underground MC's
Tryin to get me
runnin' down
Clutchin' a pound, live as sirens, duckin' the sound
I used to hustle with my moms til' the sun came
My homie Harm doin' time from this drug
so we're doin it right
Yo, who got the inflow keepin it tight
Lisa Maffia (huh)
Remember I told you, I'm a soldier (ha)
Drop this in the club and it's
' your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
' your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
Nigga use your thoughts
Now nigga who's the boss
Nigga look who you crossed
A muthafuckin' sav
Nigga yo whole crew took the loss
I think ya better
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