Lyrics:
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
guns
I’m sitting with a strap
I gotta double up
The shooters never lack
They gotta be with it
So they never missing
I hate to admit it
So I gotta spit it
To them boys in blue y’all bleed like we do.
Second Amendment Rights come strap like the Military. Protect the minds by any means necessary
(B MOR 7)
of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?
Kim is yo' flow hot?
my murder I aint shoot nobody
They wanna judge me by raps they like you John Gotti
Talking bout this aint political
If it's not then why you feel
it by my lonely
Acting ass nigga you deserve you a Tony
I ain't playing with niggas even if your name is Sony
I'm getting this cheese with a little
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
I can't believe that every day and every night (Bounce)
It's getting better with you out of my life (Bounce)
It's
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop Mollys, I'm in the Yo' with Rock Gotti
stutter, everybody knows that I'm butter
I'm not the man with sensitivity
The name is Fat Joe, the label's Relativity, huh
I chop a rapper like a meat
was some peace
Tell em strap up since I’ma die no matter if I freeze
I Welcome you to a nation where they kill Niggas like me
50 bullet holes with my
To Myself And I Swear I Don't
Fuck With Nobody
(Fuck With Nobody)
Fuck With Me On A Bad Day
And I'll Put Bullet Holes In Yo Body
Nigga Like Me Screamin Fuck
but I'm fighting with the devil
We in the van 5 deep w the straps on
This a banger it's yo bitch favorite trap song
Back on gangster shit nigga game
(Air)
So these bitches they starting to strip (Strip)
Yo bitch caressing my hair (Yea)
Cuz she like how it's soft and it's slick (Aye)
Fuck wit bitches by
Yo I'm on some grown man shit, mentally another level
My crew we all gods and we snuffing out devils
Move calm and collected, walk with a purpose
you gon' act like I wasn't with ya?
I can't do everything by myself
But I ain't gon' be
Outchea askin' for help
How the hell you gon' act like
some more
Bout to leave
Bout to fly
When you get this high
Adam, Eve
By and by
Wanna live this life
Little shawty from the East
Fuck with ninjas
that’s just my
Man we have some other business we do
I see him with Nas at
The MTV awards he calls me about
Two weeks later, "Yo Cam
I got to go in i got
chick, got me feelin' like Yo Gotti
Put my mouth on it, start suckin' the soul out it
Fuck a key, on private jets, tell nobody
Nobody, nobody, not you,
diggin' deep as Cousteau, check it out
I'm massive, you get your ass kicked
Entangle with assassins down for mad shit
Nigga, the strap's in your hand,
might sell you the sauce
Hit yo ass with these switches you try to get off
Hit yo ass with this Glock if you try to run down
Put that dope on the block
Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna collapse why'know?
Yo this Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
Yo what's this I hear about
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
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