Lyrics:
Hey
Trust Gang
Heart felt the Album
Heart felt the Album
Aye I just lost two people in the same week
I stay to myself but can you blame me
My family
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
Intro: Puff Daddy
I'ma make you dance
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 3X)
Don't stop
KRS-One
Puff Daddy
Bad Boy remix
Hit me baby
Gutta
Come from the gutta but made it up out it
Some didn't believe now they hate that they doubted
Got hit up without it a must that I got it
Got
hollerin' and yellin' about
I'll reach in your mouth and pull your fuckin' skeleton out
Niggas get hit wit a two piece, bling bling
Wit a poisonous sting,
fuckin' skeleton out
Niggas get hit wit a two piece, bling bling
Wit a poisonous sting, I'm such a violent thing
I'll shit on you
I will shit on you I
unappreciative
Wanted a perfect life
Yeah smile then die old
Fame, money, women
Phat cribos and white gold
Drive my own Beemer
Before I hit two six
been in these streets, makin' the dream work
Hit me on my two-way
Movin' a few days, but imma fall through, for you
Riding the MARTA
To Peachtree Plaza
morsels
Out the door, hit the interstate, who sound state
Snatchin' up Keith, a transplant from the tri-state
Jheri curls, with finger waves, all
tight
She ain't caught an attitude yet
So I might let her spend the night
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
The liquor go down and my ego goes up, all the way to the ceilin, do not disrupt
Hit the cha cha slide, the dougie and the quan, 6'2 but im basically lebron
off
Steady working on the album
Racking up the missed calls
Fucking niggas on the first night
What is with yall
I'm a hypocrite, I still will put you in
whatever fee or publicity never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in I'm the realest nigga on this
(Oh yeah)
From Rocky 2 Port Lincoln
I did a lot of thinking
About the time I hit Banana wasn't thinking 'bout mañana
And the past was just a blip
And your last two albums was fucking whack
Really was feeling the song about dolo
But you was by yourself you can't make it solo
And what's up with your
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
wrists just do not slit the same
Till my hits just do not fill the pain
Two nights felt like months too much for me to take
I'm tryna get in my bag
But I'm
my wrists just do not slit the same
Till my hits just do not fill the pain
Two nights felt like months too much for me to take
I'm tryna get in my bag
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
slippin' (Nah)
Steady grippin'
I don't drop a lot of albums
That don't mean that I be slackin'
I'm just workin' through the pipelines
Waitin' on the right
again
Fucked a girl and ha friend
Feel like savage hit em in a benz
Kno kap went in
Made one do a spin
The other one got pinned
They was bussin in twos
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