Lyrics:
soul back to the depths of hell
Is that all you got, nigga
Oh, nah, nigga, that's just the tip of this iceberg
And I was like, well, fuck y'all, y'all go
goddammit, the glasses go with the shirt, with that,
Fuckin' chains, with the buckles on my shoes, you know what I'm saying?
Lotta y'all got it fucked up
everybody wanna be down, they playin' spades
To me, all y'all niggas is clowns playin' charades (clowns)
You hit a couple chicks in town playin' with AIDS
R.O.C., y'all not eyeing that
Y'all don't see, clearly 'cause the rain ain't gone
"The Dynasty," no not Ming but Shawn's
Dame, Kareem, nigga it's
auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid
auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid
Cocksucker here's a pack come bump with me
Double are in a cell you can't fuck with me
You don't want to fuck with me
Y'all niggas know who I am
Catch
[Sisqo]
The Dragon
What I'm about to do
I'm sure nobody expected
But that's what I do
y'all know me
Know me now?
I'm about to release
Ayo 'cause
When y'all tellin folk... about my life
I don't want y'all to add nothing
I don't want y'all to take nothing away
I want y'all to play
Nigga, 2000, Y2K
Me and Ron see all in yo muthafuckin' shit nigga
fo sho, ha, man it's goin' down
y'all boyz need to fo sho get that cotton candy
[talkin']
Nigga, 2000, Y2K
Me and Ron see all in yo muthafuckin' shit nigga
Fo sho, ha, man it's goin' down
Y'all boyz need to fo sho get that cotton
Aaaaaaaw Yeah, y'all know what's up with this right here. No playa
haters allowed so everybody's not invited. So y'all got to keep y'all
sissy ass wannabe
Missy ass y'all
Some of these niggaz are bitches too
Look at yourself
It could be you
But that's the way they do it bro
I always knew
the past
How long can a good thing last
Woohoo, no
Got to be mellow, y'all
Gotta get mellow now
Pusherman gettin' mellow y'all
Heavy mind, every sign
feet in Joanie Degas and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove but love
You know these hoes be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep
I've
choose to listen, I drop jewels, bust it
These are the rules I follow in my life, you gotta love it
Jiggy-Jigga looking gully in the joint
If y'all
yo, I miss my past
But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can kiss my ass
I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you
And cut you so fast, when
guilty y'all got to feel me
H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up
Holla at me
I do this for my culture
To let 'em
ain't never hurt nobody
While y'all standin' on the wall
I'm the one tonight gettin' bodied
Gettin' bodied (Gettin' bodied)
Gettin' bodied (Gettin'
Get it together, oh, mix it y'all
Do the underdog
Get on a log
Do the underdog
Get on a log
Get it, get it, sock it to 'em
Sock it to 'em
The table is turn, baby, now (catch your fire)
(Catch your fire) so you can get burn, baby, now (catch your fire)
Slave driver, the table is turn, y'all
The table is turn, baby, now (catch your fire)
(Catch your fire) so you can get burn, baby, now (catch your fire)
Slave driver, the table is turn, y'all
of Babel
Sodom meet Gomorrah, Cain meet Abel
Have a ball y'all
See the letches crawl
With the call girls under the table
Watch them dig their graves
'Cause
The table is turn, baby, now (catch your fire)
(Catch your fire) so you can get burn, baby, now (catch your fire)
Slave driver, the table is turn, y'all
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