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Albums:

Toes Up, Toes Down (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Steel Meets Steel: 10 Years of Glory (Hammerfall) · Steel Meets Steel: 10 Years of Glory (Hammerfall) · Sand and Steel: The Classic Sound of Jamaican Steel Bands (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Toes (Lights) · Touch Ya Toes (Rasheeda) · Tip Toes (Jayme Dee) · Toes (Lights) · On Your Toes [1983 Broadway Cast] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fingers and Toes (Sai Ghose) – and 90 other albums »


that head and be my friend
Merging Zeus and Spartacus
In rendezvous with anus

B.O.S. Buns of steel
Spandex ass to make me kneel
Gonna give you
(Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Yo, check, yo

I keep MC's puzzled keep my dogs in the muzzle
Ice cold
and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!

So on this road to success, I grew up in the boat o'y'all
Gettin closed by the jets
I learned my code
you want my body
Just try it, you'll like it
Come on boy and see
It's my body... my body

[Repeat Verse One x 2]

[Chorus]

[Lil' Bo Peep:]
rich with no cash on the bigger label 
Your tri-state ways are shut down by barricades 
In fact I packed my bags, and listened to E-40 
Mac Mall,
syphillis 
Let 'em know I'm locced, leavin' 'em broke like it was Christmas 
Stompin' in my steel toes, always down to bo-guard 
We hoo-ride on tight
from my own label 
While you act rich with no cash on the bigger label 
Your tri-state ways are shut down by barricades 
In fact I packed my bags,
my bail on 
Tapped me up on the cell phone, it ain't far 
Stomped in steel toes, I look out my ??? so back up off me 
The K-I-double L-A T-A-why,
Fellas in the house if ya know ya live
Punch killas in the face from Queens to Bed-stuy
Handlin' the steel if the shit get real
Just flip a pie and stack
no actor, bitch; my life is worser than the movies
For real though, from steel toes to my uzi pushers
Impala S.S., Benz Beamer, to Lamborghinis
B**** n****s out in the streets suckin' dildos
My Relli, we stompin' hard in them steel toes

(Lunasicc):
N**** it's fam bam, recognize, this real
while I'm stompin your lungs in
Original mack, my attack is disastrous
Killin you slow, so you know who the master is
That's the Grand Daddy you
A nigga
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's stompin'
Raise up off my jock with the fools that I glock

Step in to the torture chamber
is a problem in this game if you got 'em 
My mic I carry the heat for rappers playin' possum 
'Fraid that I'm a see 'em, spit a rhyme, lyrically drop
that head and be my friend
Merging Zeus and Spartacus
In ren-ren-ren-rendezvous with anus, with anus, yeah

B.O.S. Buns of steel
Spandex ass to make me
style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual

While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven
helter skelter, have you ever felt a
nigga run through your ass like Alka Seltzer
or ex lax, never lax on my skills
packs my steel

see Knight-

So, you
See my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin' like breakers
And every day I play awake a nigga learnin' by haters
See I take a ho, and shake a ho,
throat wetted
Tight from the floor to height
See I saw the night, in dream bubbles I fiend to see double
so I sip until my bladder bust
You in V.I.P.,
B**** n****s out in the streets suckin' dildos
My Relli, we stompin' hard in them steel toes

(Lunasicc):
N**** it's fam bam, recognize, this real
niggas out in the streets suckin' dildos
My Relli, we stompin' hard in them steel toes

Nigga it's fam bam, recognize, this real shit
Family over hoes,
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww shit
For the ninety-two, peace, to Penthouse
304
My nigga Mo' Dough
2nd II None, DJ Quik
My man J.C.D.
And Bo$$ is definitely in
wicked 
Thickness I stick it 
I'm in the game to make my name fame like Wilson Pickett 
Light that ass like Roy Jones when I be stompin' 
Big up to all
and Bentley, y'all know the business
It's B Slime or G5, rest in peace Tamara and Miss Gladys, boy
(Rich Gang, Rich Gang)

Givenchy my toes and my bros
wicked 
Thickness I stick it 
I'm in the game to make my name fame like Wilson Pickett 
Light that ass like Roy Jones when I be stompin' 
Big up to all