Lyrics:
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
then make you run it my
Still sick with the flow, I'm infected my
So raw with this shit
I need protection my
Punchlines like sprite for the coke head
My
ballroom
If they try you gun go kaboom
Shawty you my honey boo
Green in yo pocket mountain Dew
You don't like strangers don't like Dudes
Stick ta yo self
never see em wet
You sound like Chuck Rock, with a little bit of DMX
Now I'ma end this by sayin Regime Life and 56 Vil
Said Tech rappin on that niggas
and I might lose my life
Then Imma be immortalized, somethin' like a god
Shit been hell of crazy, yeah
Internal fracture within my head
That pussy get
pray for me I'll do the rest
They say these situations fuckin wit ya life just be a test
Mmahhhh, mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh
I got these skeletons in my
Called a brave nigga
Fuckin with a made nigga
M.O.B. gun fire
Gettin sprayed quicker
Fuck em all let em understand
My plot to get richer
Much
tings made me fizz like Mountain Dew
I call this ism
Goat ambition
Stay true to yourself is my major mission
Fully duck out if you do not rock with
fast fuckin with jigga
I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga
When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it
till you try
With four or five niggas that's musclebound
Send your head to the taxidermist
Won't be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos
You got to earn
I keep my peace by doing this while I'm passin' through
All these doubts in my head I just brush 'em off
Brush 'em off, brush 'em off
All this worry
bitches
I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin'
Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin'
bitches
I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin'
Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin'
o'clock on the dot
Checkin' on my old rock spot
I seen the same old set
Heh, the small timers see me so they jet
Buildin' one-twenty-eight
I got
of dead president heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead president heads on mountains
How we ain't gon' make it?
You know what
I went from
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
It ain't over til it's over
[Intro]
The Pied Phifer!
I said we the best at making this green
I swear Mountain Dew ain't got nothing on my team
F is
some mountain dew, wha!?
A pack of zig zagz and a couple a brews
I cruise through in the blue 2 with the bass tubes
I too got the big bumps keep my
they kinda fool me
Trying to fill my head with lies
I will keep on loving you
So no matter how they persecute
My decision through righteousness
if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick
Who don't give head - that's a no-brainer
Niggas back bangers you don't even
Know the names of
I'mma bout to meet
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
my chin man, fuck that!
(Take it away from your chin)
I'm gonna fuckin' blow my head all over the ceiling
(No you're not okay?)
Fuck this shit man
with my nuts shaved
It's Sway and Tech, two disk jockeys
Breakin' so many friggin' needles, I wonder if they inject
Lo and behold, better than
a mobster thang
I'm a fat booty fuckin', love gettin' the sucks in and bustin'
Givin' niggas punkin heads for nothin', while bumpin', handle my functions
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