Lyrics:
A grand silence faces no defiance
Get ready for another bad trick
Worship the Void, Omen of bad luck
It's 1 for the Flies And 2 for the Rat
3 & 4
This shit fire out my mind Blew the tire on the chase with the Jakes
I ain't doin' no motherfuckin' race Drop me off, two-by-toe, bitch, I got
at least two M's by twenty-five (ayy, ay)
I got a studio session 'til eight
Now, I'm at a fashion show by nine
Step out, flex out
Zone 2 step, tryna rip
bootleggers on some
Support the movement shit
My practice: life inside a pitch black
Magic pack of rat brackets that's tragic
?Bout to head back? to out for
Shutup yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready?
(You
had it
I aint know it was like that
I got it
Yeah, now you know how I do
New Week, New Money Vol 2
Still at it...
God knows...
We gone let this ride
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)
And I'm ridin' with 'em
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I used to get the pack when I was young (Me
that way
Damn, I got bags to chase, blow pack to the face
Got rats in the race, go find 'em
Hoping things don't end violent, don't like sirens either
the camaraderie
Check the muck out
When metal maggot’s borough in Promised Land vein division I tug my friend down to my astigmatism
Low Bro
Packs and rows,
My nigga, my rebeu, R.O.H.2F
J'lâche une bastos, sans forcer
Que des 6-0, sans forcer
On joue à Rolland K-Sos, sans forcer
94.0, sans forcer
a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting
Poppin pills going crazy
Yea I'm felling like a patient
All this pain in my heart
Feel the devil tryna to take me
I'm surrounded by these angels
Shit
fitted
I walk inside of your trap, did it
Lil' n**** ready to rat, did it
It's hot as hell
New opp pack, bitch what's that smell?
I just slimed yo' hoe
blast and gangbang
Who gives it up for every hooker rat and hood slut
All in the cut Dat Nigga Daz with the pimp strut
You slept game on those who
CashMoneyAP
Everything foreign, nigga
Ooh (ayy)
Broke nigga shit tell 'em back back (back back)
Runnin' around with the rat pack (huh)
That
bout' nigga scram
Nigga hollin' on the ground Might catch her up and then I face him
Two grinds and wrote this album Baby Joe, make him eat his maker
stop
I'm Biz Markie with the funky sound
And right about now, here's the countdown
One.. two.. one, two, three
[Chorus]
Yo be take it from
don't make niggas like me (they don't make niggas like me, they don't make niggas like me)
Wassup
I'm that nigga that sold packs by the bungalows
don't make niggas like me (they don't make niggas like me, they don't make niggas like me)
Wassup
I'm that nigga that sold packs by the bungalows
Southernplayalistic ATLiens in your sock drawer
No lockjaw, we got that raw shit and all the trimmings
Even though we got two albums, this one feel like the beginning
Like some pussy, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a nigga for nothin' at all
Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball
I
else to get into
Like some pussy, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a nigga for nothin' at all
Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full
album, what you hate me?
Arf
Said I was your dog
Said I was your nigga that let you see it all through the fog
Arrf
Said I was your mans and them
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