Lyrics:
[Mo! Hart]
Punk muthafucka
[Tony Tone]
It's the message Poetic is bringin'
[Boogy Nikke]
Bitch-ass nigga, uh-huh
[Tony Tone]
It's the message Poetic
yours, I gotta get mine too (uh huh)
It sounds good coming from a lady looking like you (say what, playa)
It's just the things we do
[Nicole]
when I get that
If I throw it at you girl can you throw dat aass back, ah
[Hook 1: Omarion (background)]
[Outro: Bow Wow]
That's right
Uh huh
Look, I'm
they kill us, and same time, when we gone stop to not kill us, uh huh uh....
Peter Jericho (chorus):
This feels like a formula, we catch it on camera,
Play just one more time yeah
'Cause you got the baddest in the house (uh huh)
You say you like me naughty (yeah)
So I only cook you sauté (yeah)
In
from me this time once again
Uh-huh swear that I repent yeah
Do it 'cause I wanna flexing my persona
Gotta get them numbers you do it 'cause you want it
I got two glasses in the air, one on my lap
While the DJ playin that "Beez in the Trap"
They be staring at us like screens on a Mac
And we move it so
huh?
My nigga might kick flip ya top pick uh
And I just flew a girl in from Cyprus, what
I guess it's all up to who has your heart
Cuz when it was vacant
13 out here with me, that motherfucker
Uh, uh-huh
Caught a nigga at a light, now his ass is shirtless
Take his life from his body, now his ass is
your mind off these head bugs
With the chug of these drugs, uh
Wish I wasn’t a dud, could’ve got some bud and found some love
Unconditional, blood, not
(Huh?)
Live my best life?
Never heard about it, nigga this a test drive
Meaning opportunity won't get by me
Heavily applying, crisp and nicely
Freshly fit
Yeah uh huh
I gotta feel it yeah, uh
I'm almost done with this rap thing
Sick and tired of the acting
These niggas lying, that's a fact, King
They
Bou
Uh huh
Listen
I grew up in that village on the side of them train tracks
Where niggas never stunt cause we ain't giving no chains back
Learned
society
Why can't we all live altruistically, huh?
Cool is a circle just like fashion
Destined to bring together wack colors that's clashing
Lasting
my first rhyme
Uh huh yea, I wrote my first rhyme
the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uh, I know they like to beat ya down
on stand by
No competition my odds of winning a landslide
I serve the streets in two different ways both demands high
Put too much work in I found a dream
sawed that in the Wraith
Outside tryna catch us a M (uh-uh), huh, not catch us a case (no)
Got chinged in his face two different times, fuckin' disgrace
as a gym star
I'm far from a gym star but
I ball like Omar Owen
Drug dealers getting rich 'cause they
Know that Lamar owed them
Huh, you know that these bars
Follow my lead huh, mayday mayday. (x5)
[Second Verse]
I remember way back in the day
I used to get spankings from my momma
But uh now this lil' ass baby
"I'm Hooked, I'm hooked"
"I'm stuck to you - just like glue"
Alright, alright, uh huh
And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
What time is it?,
like Penny Hardaway
And I'm only gon' tell you once
Better have my money straight
Yeah, I need that andalé, uh huh
Or we come where your mama stay
Big
vertibraes
Bones back, chinky eyed like Japs I blow states off the map
Just by eye contact
[Hook:]
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best
Yeah
Industry shakedown
I call this one
The industry shakedown
Word up
Uh huh
Industry shakedown
Now the reason I call it the industry
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