Lyrics:
(would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)
So long now, have a good trip
Yo, yo, who put this thing together, huh? Me
Me, that's who (get down)
Who
gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head
(She give me money)
18 years, 18 years
(When I'm in need)
She got one of yo kids, got you for 18 years
(She
dick to ya
Got my niggas in here motivated
Heated, gang related and it’s like this
Bitch
This is for my homeboys
Let's show 'em how we get-get down
Show
They feed you some bullshit you throwin' up gang
You get dropped for that shit like a tummy ache
You ran yo mouth like Usain
You insane
Put the beef
fo' I catch a case
Fix yo face fo' I catch a case
Fi-fi-fix yo face fo' I catch fix fix
Bitch, fix yo face
Be-befo' I get another mug shot, hoe
Tap
And ain't no bitch defeat me yet
You hoes a hot mess
Bitch sit yo ass down, tired ass trick
Put that pussy up
Bitch 'cause he don't want that shit
You hoes
me that you know the pain
Yo, imagine if your life was like a hurricane, a hurricane
Forever, imagine your locked down forever
Could ya'll stand
quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Yo, man
Yo, man
Yo, yo, yo man
Yo, man
Yo, man
Get the fuck out
Pump that
Pump that
Pump, p-pump,
the last of a dying breed like 'Pac said
I got bread, got something that'll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south
right to the sun.
Now that you find, now that you're whole.
Seasons will pass you by,
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down
you fed up, get up
While you up then pass me the pen
So I can Etch-a-Sketch and show
You how a real woman starts progress haha
Aah! That's Deb
Yo Del
Yeah, yeah, payback man
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy
yo' league, I smell like Creed, walk by and smell money
Fly them bales in right to your doorstep, that's mail money
Young bull did his first hit
evening, he slip
Seems he forgot what the C meant
It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete
But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that
of Partisans from… on each of those posts, those lampposts. There was a big sign, a big painting up on the wall, I think it was like a poster, just down by where
do that
Yo
Yo
Saturday night and we hang with crew
We gettin' down like the gangstas do
We get down like the gangstas do
Get Down
Get on down
Yeah
Yo
babe)
I like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (get up)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (hey yo, that girl looks good)
that a lot of mic users is dikes
I come to grips with the likes of Fred Hampton
Cold, so I'm lampin', with no need for spotlight
When I got light like
to get lyrical
For you to beat me, it's gonna take a miracle
And, stepping to me, yo that's the wrong move
So what you on, Hobbs, dope or dog food?
saw me, we walked on by
Til you found out I emceed, now you on it like
Yo yo yo
Yee yee yee yo yo
Yo yo yo
Yee yee yee yo yo
Why you all up in
you next, I'm next?
That's the word in the projects
What? Them niggas ain't no threat
They'll whole set'll get wet
Yo go get the AK, and my two nines
a nigga that don't give a fuck about nothin'
So let me explain a lil somethin', yo
See, I got this problem, a big problem
Cops don't like me, so I don't
that's what I'm pimpin'
Niggas never sleep and Evil E, I get deep in some ass
Make you fatal, yo, that's pimpin'
New city, new titty, Evil E never be
And Ne-yo is like Young Michael, I'm Quincy hoe
Now hear the flow that broke the Da Vinci Code
I'm psycho, everything I wrote go together, so nice
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