Lyrics:
a bitch wet hit by the monsoon
I just wanna fuck a lady in her new Mercedes
While her baby's going crazy cause he's tied up in the backseat
Witnessing
sprinkle a lil crack on the niggers
They been callin shots by the whistles
Five callin shots, they the killers
Bout to roll up on em, armadillo
Play the next
Still go hard for my union
Put the the wheels in motion
Feel like Bad Boy how we can't stop movin'
Fred Durst we keep rollin
Same dargs I been huntin
The Rabbi
(whooh)
My greatness is resipricareted by no one
Only the chosen know why they are called on
Made a mistake trusting niggas that fold on
(wooh)
to tell to tell ‘em that I’m really on that/
Before he got shot, his man’s got his jaw cracked/
Gotta chill cuz the rappin be all facts/
And keep rockin
with the phone it’s 5 bill by 1 now he feeling in he’s zone n he ringing up he’s guy like he’s doing alright I got a monkey Ima tell you what’s it doing
Hit me up sis
A few more minutes til' I show up
I'ma take a few short seconds just to roll up
Tell anybody hating that they should slow up
I'm about
a bad guy like this again, let me tell you)
Uh, I'm The Bad Guy
Nigga tryna diss on me, we gon' pass by
And I don't really give 2 fucks, we gon' say bye
on, I'm tryin' get my shot foreal
It's just one mic and my doja, free my thoughts up out this cell
Tell you 'bout the nights I been through hell
Feel
Uh, tell the world good news
Roll up to the club with new shoes (what's that?)
Bla's Big Boy, pushing big toy (yeah)
I'm try'na to see what y'all
the club
Unless the blicky by me
If I tell her what her friend did
This bitch gon' fight me
Nike tech on for a week, man
This shit so trifling
I told
about it when I can be high and just tell you about it
I swear that my intentions highly touted I'll never go low like the people around me
You by my side
on
through these storms
when its on its on we move strong
you know the rules
roll with fools who use two's no trianing
hit ya block no stop no aiming
said he loved our work but he wasn't sure if he could sell a record
With nothing on it
I said tell 'em we're from Seattle
He advanced us two
Wrapped her up like the arms in a be -boy stance
Recognize moms I'm one of your sons I'm hip-hop
In the form of Channel Live and KRS-One
Representin MC's
to flip? Who's the bitch to
Get fucked by a clip? Ask Tyson
He knows about a hoe is rotten juice
Worth fifteen cent, and burnin' like a loose
I take it
and shackles and chains
Bozzy be back
Flex up on a little just to show 'em where we at, wait, aye
Snotty in fact, eagles in the sky
Jesus got us
(L-Burna)
My stuff is in motion, lock and load
Nigga better tell 'em 'bout the gunline, boss
Cause nigga, you cross it, you leakin' like a faucet
Remember
but Ima come back and spit for a while,
but let me sit for a while,
and tell you my story,
tell you how I got my glory,
it's not really gory,
to the code,
Gotta make a toast,
Never cut it close,
Never left the post,
Got em looking like a lifeguard chillin by the coast,
Woke…I don't even wanna take
out, Bad Boy
(P. Diddy: tell 'em, talk to 'em)
[Loon]
Now it was me, P-D and three beautiful ladies (uh)
He was in the Ferrari, I was pushin
Rizz and weed in ounces
Tell em im deep at sea im drowing
Bruddas with me one hand im counting
Burn up my zout and ball like yao ming
Need more doe aint
stomach
But self-pity won't cut it, I tell 'em, "Up the budget"
Now niggas wanna own their masters, y'all actors
I'm a factor, roll like tractors,
entire earth into a blackout.
Here's the facts about my M.O.P. click.
We get down, roll in deep waters, we drown niggas, leave 'em sensin'.
Yo let it be
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