Lyrics:
b****es cheap
Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet
Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift
Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac s***
beat a n*gga stomp his ass and teach him f*cking manners
(Teach him f*cking manners)
She gone leave me and mistreat a n*gga that's her f*cking problem
all...
Imma go get it
Halfway is done
My momma was asking
Who paid it all?
It was my boots
Whos dripping
In Mud
Got em' just hanging
Now by my door
the block
Two times for the boys thats bubblin’ rock
Three times for my borhters who reachin’ the wealth
Four times for the G’s including myself
Thinking back
of my own and I won't throw stones
so I get back what I give
reach for the two homeboy go ahead
you wanna be dead, homie be dead
who am I to be thinking
chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed
Ah one two
the strange name
I show no shame
Cause god gave the me the gift of game
Now, who are you?
Mutha fuck you and your crew
You think of drive by's
Nigga I will
watch so your baby mama
Sometimes I'm cooler than a cold glass of water
Still I spit flames!
Bitches think I'm rude
Cuz I live by N.F.G
N.F.G
N.F.G
N.F
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
Vagina
Finda notha crew of n****s that can f*** with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How
I only do it if it feels right
No lookin back, who got your back when its time to ride?
F*ck a friend its only fam if you by my side
Forgin different
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
to ban the sale of Miami rap group
The 2 Live Crew's double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County
We think it's the banning
*****
I know who you are, I know where you live
This f****** Christmas I've got something to give
It's a sexy hook I think you'll really f****** love
Ain't
This n*gga rolling in his grave gang,
I know a dead man down,
He got blow with a f*ckin 40,
Why the f*ck they askin who I smoke, when they already
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
know who this is b****, heh, yeah
[Mo] Yo, who dis for real, man, hello?
[Missy] You know who it is
[Lil' Mo]
2 - I can't believe you would ever
And the beats are usually done by duro and clue
Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible
Techniques are
what I’ve learned in this business
you just never know…
[Lil’ Kim]
Shut the f-ck up
Who the f-ck want war
FedEx beef straight to your front door
It’ll
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
the thots flock
23 life moving quick
And lately I been on a f*cking lucid kick
Wish these rap n*ggas told the f*cking truth and sh*t
They falsetto
step on you
You know that we step by two
N*gga f*ck the black and blue
Send a shot and buss yo tune
Send a rock out pot like moon
I be standing on my
pop up to his party like now who the f*ck was dissing
Drawing shit like Ed Hardy
This b*tch bussing I heard she be f*cking everybody
And b*tch i'm
(Yeah)
Blow a check out
Pop two in him
Little b*stard slide, I'm on ya (Where he go?)
Keep f*cking round, cutting corners (Corners!)
My hitters
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