Lyrics:
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
Kayne
I gotta thank him for the love on the album
I knew out on Electric Circus he get it by any means necessary, like Malcolm
I tried a single shot
to evacuate)
It's Amicella
I did what they said that I couldn't
I'm stirring the pot I'm not cooking
They coming like two by two, bars hit like a four by
performed two songs and most hate it
I'm despised by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
Tryna knock me down like you threw a late hit
YK don't got time, I'm making all these songs lit
Rapping on track 'bout how I got this gold
Yeah it's
chuckles)
This why you ain't seen that motherfucker in the hood fool
[verse 2]
Now when the single dropped
It really start to pop
His shit hit the charts
Two times for the homies that ground me
We got you all
Let's spin it up
So tonight's the night we gonna live it up
so hit the bong a little harder than
I ain't real enough
Got my bags all packed
She don't wanna love
She just want the past
I been growin' up
But I still hit gas
Goin' way too far
Goin'
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
it as a sign on how
Im living my life
Who can I trust
I put my faith in the lord
My soul is protected by
The shield and the sword
This right here my
Kinda sad all my friends, they got Corona
Flights are cheap, I might go to Barcelona
I can't make plans so don't hit up my phon-a
I've been trapped
Life..
So When Ya See a Cowboys Hat Dip
Just Keep it Gangster Y'all
My backwoods Hell Billys wild
Really bangin 2 PAC roots
War torn I keep a Piece in
shoes (slime)
Came-came equipped it with the loot (slatt-slatt)
21, that's who (slatt-slatt)
Your bitch'll probably slide by the two (slime)
You ran
us
Save your best niggas
Me, I'm just invincible plus
I get tough digit's
Used to smoke water and dust, hands clutched
Nigga 2-0-19 Range look like
Tell a whole story by painting a picture
Different colours by creating a mixture
Pumping out songs, like it's an addiction
Move to a new canvas, like
Feelin' hyper? Then Please just go home
We just chilling, now you know
(Verse 2)
Oh, so you looking for a blast?
This ain't the place so you ain't gonna
things
Sean, you're not even a rapper, bro
Then why am I on two songs on your album?
Yo, my son got rhymer's block, what a fucking clown
Man...oh wait,
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
x)]
[Lil' Kim]
It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A
Often tipsy, cabin in Percipsy
I've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two
Nothing left to do
Move it in there,
Inspired myself with a hit of that reefer
Got 2 on deck like I'm Derek Jeter
This ain't a album this is a teaser
You can't roll with me if you slide like
coming (8X)
Bo! Lickshot for the blood claat
talkin that what-not, Puba come and hit on the right spot
Rhyme teller for the ladies and the fellas
bitch would
But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks
And I'm good
I'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell
a rapper's new Bentley coup
I'm done with fake love and the fake ties
I got niggas scared to cross me now like state lines
Like I said my shooters shoot, hit
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