Lyrics:
you think I'm playin
Man, my posse is large, get what I'm sayin?
You met the whole crew and you know who I am
And if you wanna be down with us, follow
Frustrated five on twos
No breaks for mad crews
Now who the fuck is you
Sick a you
Community hoesis
Who posin' as Moses
In street clothist
Who be
Still not true still not giving a fuck
What you think
We live for b f h c!
Amends can't be made
We won't march on your parade
All we need is b f h c!
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
Send a hit threw the G5
12 Am don’t know who kilt him Drop the tint hang out the window
You don’t want to see us creep by
You don’t want to see us
Its Lil' Wayne (Lil' Wayne) on the wall brain spilla
Grave filla
Who me untamed gorilla
I be thugged out
Dead bodies drugged out
Throw
thereʼs no w"y out when this your hundredth ch"nce Violent by
design if I forget to come cle"n
Some scheme "nd plot bec"use things f"ll "p"rt
The roots get
I get lost I gotta
Break off from the crew
Dinner jackets and tie and shined up shoes
Reservation a table for two
Candlelight fine cuisine what
Father, who art in heaven, whom, noone's like, f a simile
I dream of vanquishing all the man, that gave this agony
And, I dont care, coz, for what they did
"One two, testing one two
Alright party people in the place to be
The party has already started
An-an-an-and it's about to il-il-il-ill"
Let me
wasn't fucking impressed
Who's the nigga with the big mouth
I live your ass erect and bit off with a lion's mouth
Your hypeman sound like a bitch that
and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew
A million niggas with automatics who swarm through
You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
pimp my ride
By my car?s an exhibit, Huh, next critic
I don?t talk it I just live it, Just prove it
Tell the feds calm down, its just music
Man you cold
(shh, shh)
My mama told me I should go and holla at my brother (wait a minute, who are you? Ayy, yo, K.i.D.)
Just to let him know we all be havin'
Kidd man you know who it is
Stay out my face if it's not about biz
Stacking my money im not spending s***
Nah f*** that
Ima shop til i buy everything in
the game
Two-one mother f'in dwizzle sippin on the sizzle
And that's for shizzle
Four times for da riddles
You know these bars
Everywhere we go...you know
my fame
Since regulating, been lacing the game
Ain't no mistake in the game
Two-one mother f'in dwizzle sippin' on the sizzle
And that's for
Faithfully as G-O-D watchin over we
Created we so I satnd in my God Body
Hardly moved by those crews that try to charge me falsely
It won't be the first time
The rainbow warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in
New Zealand by two bombs.
Live aid rocks the world for the hungry,
A policeman is hacked to death in London,
your crew that's why your stage show's wack!
So let the sleeping and assuming and the B.S. stop
Because, Naughty is to live and die for Hip Hop
it-
You're being, you're being preyed on, you understand, you're, you're a young child
You're being preyed on by these guys who are trying to use you
did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up, God
But
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