Lyrics:
don't give a fuck" like Lil Jon
Can I get it? You can get it
Can I get it? You can get it
Do you think that you handle it?
I know that I can handle it
people spell it with a I, shit is weak
Nyck @ Knight heatin' up the street
You could never lose if you fall on your back, on your feet
Feelin' like Jon
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
Here to tell you this
Small lil gangster think he tough
Small lil gangster think you rough
Small small lil gangster never go out the street
Small lil gangster think he
It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf with' me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's time to crank the club up
Let's go! Yelawolf
You
right in these streets
I lost myself and found myself right in these streets
I was by myself, I was by myself right in these streets
By myself lil
her, 'cause she do the most, (lil bitty bitch) yeah she do the most
I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty bitch) now she ghost
nigga
Yo, you need to walk straight, master your high
Son you missin' out on was passing you by
I done seen the streets suck a lot of cats dry
But
gone need a towel
I told bro take that to trial
They pockets to short
They gone give up in a lil while
In a lil while
They gone give up in a lil while
In
Yeah, she for the streets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, she for the streets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, she for the streets
Yeah, yeah, she for the streets
fame
All out warfare, eye for a eye
Bustin' on my enemies, Bad Boy Killaz (street fame)
Straight dissin' you
Fuck, Lil' Kim, you nasty bitch
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, yea yeah
Leave my hands dirty, I'ma bury that nigga
Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga
Finger on the trigger, don't
lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggas dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than
speed trany
Dual exhaust dipped in sauce
My car is a beast, catch me in the streets side ways
Threw the East Side-Boy, crunk like Lil' Jon
Show 40,
J. White, I need a beat, I can go off on, ooh
Lil' Sally Walker walkin' down the street
She didn't know what to do, so she jumped in front of me
gangsta shit
Then push me a lil too far
Cause street niggas might not quite
You gone have to call the law
Niggas keep they stash in they ass
Round where
bunned by shh, free Stamina
I back this wap, high calibre
You're still my son, I'm not mad at ya
Jon-Jon Z, men
Dímelo, Russ
Shot Russ
Russ
Hold the fuck up! (yeah)
Wait a motherfuckin' minute!
Can't start this shit without me
Your motherfuckin' nigga, ya boy Lil Jon
Represent and we
Yea
Aye
call me Jon Dough
Yea I’m bout my bread I’m bout my green like I’m rando
When he was in Boston I’m above average like mondo
And I rep the AV
Lil bitch come here
Lil bitch come here
Lil bitch come here
I know you like me by your stare
Pull off (Pull off Skrrt)
Now we shifting gears
Take you
T.I., I told 'em how the be fly
Way before Nelly, I was up in the telly
Before JD, I was jigglin' baby
Before Lil' Jon, I put the South on
Before
and asked lil bro wachu doin lil bro said I'm busy doin what you should be doin
Big bro said oh yeah
Exactly what is that
Uh
So they Back to the streets woah
booze, stupid rich dudes
Crystal, chandellier ice, keep a wrist full
'cause, if Lil' Jon, can ice his cup
I top that shit, and ice my nuts
See I'm a threat
keep counting blessings
No new friends rather keep me a weapon
Man these niggas be ratting i tell ya
On some f*** s*** lil B**** I Can smell ya
R.I.P my
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