Lyrics:
I can not fuck with these hoes
As soon as I let the bitch go
She'll probably go fuck wit my bro
You ask if I love her oh no
The world put this ice in
ain't f*ckin wit no cheese eaters a m*thaf*ckin mouse
Half of Molly for da 3 cause it's a m*thaf*ckin drought
I pop dat purple by the P I f*ck a hoe n
a fuck who u is once I pull up to yo city u better check in wit me u already kno who I am u better not hide cause you and yo bitch ass niggas gon get it
Yes, 1, 2, fuck wit' my crew
And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue
3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass
But without the cash, hit
Yeah yeah
I'm in the trap wit the killers and dealers lil nigga you know how I bleed
Cut niggas off cause they fold in that jam and I found out they
up wit me
Oh da highway gettin' faded off of 95
Catch a nigga switchin lanes Yeah I really ride
Why da fuck these Rap niggas they gettin by
When I pass
[Chorus]
(LL Cool J is) Break it down
(Hard as)
Feel it, yeah, blow ya whistles, yeah
Sss, you can't fuck wit me, nigga
Feel it
Fuck wrong wit
the damn work
Praise the big 3 man I'm feeling like ice cube
Try to play my team I can't front man you might lose
She might fuck us both then again she might
spinnin
When we blitz, he rushin
Yea you say you thuggin in that ugly but can't thug wit us
Yea you hit a nigga wit that iron but you was scared as fuck
Oh
Woo
Come on
Woo
Uh, uh, woo
Uh woo
Come on
Wooh
Uh, uh uh
Man, I hear you niggas talkin
But you walkin the wrong way to really mean it
I
Issue with the camera, say fuck all this commas
They rolling Bahamas but niggas be talking bout dollars
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Icey with the perk of ice
a fuck if a nigga tryna go wrong
Run a double check, put the nigga on a long run
I gat God gat no pistol on me
But I gat snipers steady watching at me
My
Nigga didn't bring damn homie
I wish I woulda, but I didn't
I'm fuckin' wit' dis hood rat (bullshit, ya bullshittin')
That's what's wrong wit' niggaz
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun
Nigga bust it
Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya
Big Poppa, breakin you off somethin proper
Signin off is the hardcore rap
for me sitting by my lone
Thinking to my self I had to get up in my zone
Running wit them Niggas trynna get it off them phones
Making wrong choices
Coleone is so (Gangsta)
But I really ain't (Gangsta)
I need to come up wit a (Gangsta)
Scritch the scratch on my nigga Phat Tone is so (Gangsta)
You need
ice it's ice
When I'm right, I'm right
When your wrong, your wrong
I'm tha bomb
Records is platinum
Skin is bronze
Flows all night like
to a fuckin' lie
Time to get to cuttin' I don't need my old ties
Who you talkin' 'bout I don't fuck wit' those guys
I never needed anyone by my side
I don't pay
to do is save the youth
Ice Cube knows, Souljah knows, P.E. knows
They throw death blows
And if you got kids or a girl that's true
They'll move on them
I'm wrong
You get smoke inna air like a bong
OOL that's that song
I was Rey drop, drop em I waited to long
Insta dissing man that Nigga is gone
Fa, fa,
rockin Tims, fuck cars and rims
Yo, everybody want to shine
For the niggas that lock downed for bustin caps wit four pounds
Everybody want to shine
For
Yall know what the fuck my city on nigga L-O-H
Don Ron, land of the heartless mothafucka
I fly off to Cali to blow a tree Pop out to Vegas to throw
Okay, high school
Nice dude, no I wasn't like you
Dropped brotherhood seems
Niggas want Ice cube, Trey's cold though
Lawrence dropped jewels
Then
don't give a fuck what you thought
This shit is crazy, like fighting for life, I might take this shit, wit the corpse
Maybe I do it by force, and no they
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