Lyrics:
real good, looking real good
Tell me where are ya baby
Mesmerized by your face but what you got behind
Beneath your waist between your thighs got me out
lasers
No cheatin no slader
If I'm down, I'll be still up greater
Than all of my haters
My demons be posin' as neighbors
Does your hair taste like cotton
to carry big things, if you know what I mean
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That
Crib/
And/
The/
Guest/
House/
For/
My/
Granny/
All/
Of/
This/
Was/
Funded/
By/
Some/
Nose/
Candy/
Don’t/
Be
it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Everybody know we workin' (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh
Tired of you muggin me like you a born killer
I'll wrap the beef up for ya like a tortilla nigga
[Verse 6 - Chamillionaire - imitating Big Moe]
Hey, naw,
Juny!
He's a gh!
Shh!
Hey, wait!
This wand,
it's precious to me.
Thank you so much.
You're welcome.
By the way,
did you get no candy yet?
Do you want
In a barroom in Chicago somewhere after midnight
I'm sitting on a barstool drinking like a fish
And although I just met you I can tell by looking
Are you ready to play
Cause I got all the game baby
I know you're looking at me like I'm money
Well let me tell you something right now
That's
I'll have you Coughing up ya lungs like you got asbestos
Ah fuck these mother fuckers I ain't phased!
Im a take a semi-Automatic, squeeze it in their
rob ya
Niggas come tatted up head in a body slang
Well it's your nigga Big Bonna niggaz be creepin up on ya
Goin for the jugular, niggaz trying
real fucked up when the papes is thin
You're facing men, that live by the grace of pen
Never catch Ras looking at the 8 to 10
Ayo we underground royalty,
If you ain't up on thangs
Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game
Now I know to keep low when the heat blow
I'll have niggas post up on ya
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
here to stay
Reflect on those around you and what your life has made
Then the realization decides if you'll fall in hate
Again and again, I'll be
First verse, uh I'm on 'til I'm on a island
My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot
Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all with kindness
I
And don’t say you’re a piece of shit
Almost like an invalid
Acting like a candy ass
Don’t wanna just be rude by calling you a fag
Keep talking, the dentist
ass and crush your whole lil shit
I'll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein' around my name, nigga, ya lame
And when I get at you
orgasmic bliss
I make up with it with heart but if you want I'll take the rhino pills from the minimart
It would be a start
We can pour a glass
Pass the gas
Been brutally murdered by the Jungle
Posse police seem to be baffled to
The whereabouts of these four suspects
D-Money easily spotted in
Candy burgundy
round to the tunes of
Isley brothers screwed up
Rims poking, candy soaking, looking like a Kool-Cup
Gas light beeping, and it fxck my lil cruise up
Woke
God is with me, I don't need no luck
I was down bad, I was stuck up in the mud (Stuck)
Now I be shining like you looking at the sun
It's all in God's
in you tell the bouncers that you knew me
Got the cute dress but you're looking right through me
On the floor we can afford to be choosy
Know you want
for sure I'll be good
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck
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