Lyrics:
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
Whipping round a foreign I ain't talking Toyota
Racing round your block like I'm at the Daytona
What the fuck you need? What the fuck do you want?
on their new shiny electric bike so expensive just call the bank. Call the bank! In front there's a box for the kids to sit in. For barna. Helmets gliding
little Timmy
He was bright and polite, he was always real friendly
He was young man, just Fifteen
Used to always see him on the block where the kids be
BAP BAP BAP (hahaha! _
Scene kids, tired of gettin picked on by mean kids
and i'd hate to be obscene kid, but have you scene my penis?
(Oh I HAVE)
I
Who got it you got it new body
Deposit hear how about nobody got It quite like you got it I got it
Who got it you got it new body
Deposit hear how
in a bag and a breath away from dyin'
Nigga I'm - the epitomy of raw rhymes
The epitomy of rap rock
I make a block party bop to the sounds of a hot
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
pullin' your tracks out
I put my kids in her mouth, put Louis V bags on the couch
I just put a new Patek on her, new VVS's got her iced out
And she like
to make a movie ho
I take my new bitch to the mall
Me and my new bitch yeah we ball
Said we be all up in Neimans and shit
I be on the cleanest of shit
Hol'
Yo I park where da crack at
Heads by packs at
Down in Philly
Where my niggas roll crabs at
Pack gats at
Run up in a label
Take a nigga ass cap
The day goes by how ever the pay goes
Same rules apply new york to vala hoe
Section 8 kid's smellin' like
Weed and roach pape'
Dude throat right in
feel it man, the drums are too weak
I don't feel the snares
Coulda used a different type of sample
You're wack man, yeah..
Yo, that kid is wack,
the Slatt, I'm never gon' kid when it come to these racks, uh
Money like O'Neal, I got a few bills to spend these racks (let's go)
I just bought a new cat
gon' die, why ask why?
Homie, it is what it is, I handle my biz
I put that on my kid
I don't forget I heard you
Bullet shell in ya wig
Hollow tip
Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, no match to go to war
On tour, blowin smoke out the four by
Hills Mall
World tour, supported by Budweiser for the best man, talkin' to a Sennheiser
Commercials on Channel 2 with girls from Spain, Lampin, and Peru
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
black cops in cars profilin
Hardcore kids in the West got stress
In the East we are chased by the same black beast
The black cop is the only real
overthinking in my thoughts I'm still confused on how you change
I come from that block, they by the corner serving fiens
Gotta make it out the trap
If my sister tour bus, ride through your town
You're gonna have a problem, tell 'em Lil Mama
Uh uh, no way, you can show me how [x3]
You can
now
I think I got enough bandz now
Shawty done got a new hairstyle
I curved that bitch now she assed out
Yes we known to get it and we on the block
2Pac
From this block to your block
You can tell the kids nod
One Nation, fuck around and
Get shot, you know, one Nation
Eastside, Westside, ha ha ha ha,
doin' just like this
Off the meat rack, got my money stacked
Blow out your back, no fakin jacks
Kid relax, honey I shrunk the kids
Flipped your wig,
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