Lyrics:
at drink ups, letting off handting's
Side by side in the ride, no ramping, that's five guys with chings, ay, crampings (ching)
I play too much Black Ops 2
whoa, tell me what it take? Whoa
Tell me what it takes, whoa, grab the duct tape, huh
We not the same gang, whoa, ho, I bang, bang, whoa
I'm with La
TITLE: U Tell It!
BY: LYRISTHEPOET
You don’t know who I know
So watch your tone
They’ll call you collect
Or fucking direct,
Fuck around
ligote, j't'élimine
Y'en a marre des menottes
J’veux la maille et le cul de Pénélope
Put your hands up and the air
C’est le petit berbère bing bang bang
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
on the L-I E
When it dawned on us that it was, ten o'clock
Turned on the tunes to hear the DJ rock
The hands got to clappin, the fingers start to snappin
E
you bite the two
Will just chat from abroad
Just Ice upon the mic looking big and steady
KRS on mic looking slick and ready
Heavy 'pon the people
I pray it rain bows
We gone pull up let it bang bro we ain't the bang bros
I've been looking at this life shit from a different angle
One day imma die
Keep it real nigga, real game
This is not just music (Bang)
OG don't smoke no cookie (Good gas)
Been trapping can't be no rookie (Uh, uh)
Big homie,
just f**kin wit a brand new thang
Bang, bang, take that, nigga 'fore we skirt out
Aint gotta say s**t already put the word out
Ya heard how the thang
to the new PlayStation 2
I can't help it if the club
Only packin' a G
And the fire marshal want to
Shut it down in 3
And you ballin' as* niggaz
Whose
The Mission
Whateva, what you got, let's bounce, it's twelve o'clock
Let's blaze the thai, jump in the ride, find a live inside
Stressed all week,
These orders have brought others down
The angry lock her up crowd
But we'll bang on cowbells at seven o'clock
A practical exclave formed by our block
All got habits, marijuana to static
By two cats and coats with automatics (rrrah)
St. Louis is the Truth like Sojourner (what)
Don't need a burner,
of heaven. Have you had those, they look, they taste like Styrofoam pellets. I had four of those this morning around eight o'clock, 2:30 this afternoon I
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
and exhale
My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?
(I want to give a big special shout out to all the real people out there, keepin it real,
shit
Mobb shit
We on that mobb shit
Mobb shit
Mobb shit
Mobb shit
(Verse 2)
Aye who the fuck told you lil niggas you been mobb huh (big mobb)
Bitch
just can't leave it alone
I be the T.O.P aiite!
I represent the Big Bang big thangs feel me I bring 'em like
Down and dirty you heard me it's straight
the most
Two shots bang
Let my nuts hang
Two shots bang
Big bucks wood grain
Do you love me so
Am I pitiful
Can you make me whole
Will I die this cold
Can I
make them big boy booms.
Got it lit, rip jumping, had nothing, got something.
Now we clip dumping, got real niggas, running, I’m coming.
Verse2
I’m that
of my '86 Pontiac
Afrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink
By 10 o'clock at night I'll be fuckin you on the sink
I can tell you're cummin by the way you
Ah
(Wuh) yeah
Big up squad (Eh-eh-eh-eh)
Shout-out for whole gang (Gang shit)
Ah, ah (ah, Keo), look (ah)
The gang gone plus ten (ah),
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