Lyrics:
that, hot as hell though
Yo yo, what, uhh what
Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it down dawg, what
(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch
[Lilscienz]
Yo, freestyles, reside to the e-ventually
You might see me, kick the spree
Get the tape in the Benzi box
Up in club spots
On a regular
me and my kicks
I got three elf's up on my dick
Up in yo draws like I'm a lick
Running it back, I gotta pick
And try pop inside my crib I'll pop yo ass
on our way up
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid and we finally did
But sometimes I still sit there reminescin'
Think about the years I
to visualize under
'Cause I strike, like thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
Systems are fractured by
to visualize under
'Cause I strike, like thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
Systems are fractured by
Ay, ay
Ay, ay
Look
Talk yo shit gang
Ay, talk yo shit gang
Ay, talk yo shit gang
Everyday I enjoy the bag
Having fun with my toxic bitch, It feel
ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore
Mc's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo'
El producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid
ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore
Mc's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo'
El producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid
to Bangladesh
I riggedy-rippin' flesh plus I get fresh like this
Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you'll get it done
Scorched(?) for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no
still hooked by your charms
The truth is you set off alarms
I don't waste time on people who don't got my back
If you talk shit about me I'ma spit it
ass was to piss up
By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
la Dear slim Part 2
la la la la la la la la yo
Dear slim i wrote you but you aint callen'
its been a couple years now since i wrote that song en
creatively retarded or amazingly rewarded
Ain't no faith in me the hardest never crack, I'm crack
I'm dope in Reynolds Wrap, now let's just hope you get it
boy
I'll shoot this mutherfucker til I
Burn my hand boy
Bust up in the court and shoot
The witness on the stand boy
This is my game ask everybody
In
I`ma stitch ya, with a rusty screwdriver
[Chorus: Killah Priest]
Niggaz bop yo` heads to this, real shit
Call up yo` clicks to this, it`s realness
You, uh, wanted to know what the good life is?
Beats by Herb, Rhymes, Kid 'n Play and cuts by Wiz
Just hype it up for this here crowd
With moves that
what it is though?
Cause ayy, I love Drake, I love Khaled, but
That set that song up, bruh and let me
Tell you something: MTV, fuck
You, once again
Money always coming in, try to stop it that's a dumb move
Call up Nuke to blast yo- what the fuck
C-call up Nuke to blast at you I don't think that you
street every night
Run in yo place let it ring it's gone sing at yo mind
Dat mean you ain't got no head
Try to run that shit hit da fan
He run up I'm
up by one time
And I'm back on my fucking way to county jail
Niggas tell ome on da streets
That my pussy for sale
Peter Pipper, pick a pepper
Yo I'm
They all love the freak
And some or another, I got burnt last week
I got up in here, I gotta wrap up my meat
See it coulda been worse nigga, HIV
And I
payin' your bills (uh-uh, yeah!)
It takes two to make a kid (money, money, money)
When the hell you gon' understand
That's you baby's momma (that's yo
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