Lyrics:
prefer?
The nigga that's gonna sell a fight?
Or the nigga that's gonna end the
Fight when he get in one?
Ya house? Got foreclosed
Your cars? Got repo'd
your neck out, throw your back out (throw your back out)
K-o, knocked out by technicality
The love has kissed the canvas
Now the whole family is mad
So
Ti, a drink with jam and bread
That will bring us back to Do, oh, oh, oh
Do, a deer, a female deer
Re, a drop of golden sun
Mi, a name, I
I'm still burning duct tape.)
Bitch!
Nigga, this rap shit slow?
I'll be back selling blow
Posted right there by the store
Selling narcotics for
stepping to me
I like to keep my chakras open so respect my G
I got the bush going in, repping FBT
So sus' niggas watch your back, Pros next to me
I got
got you all the time)
Back by popular demand (I got you all the time)
Back by popular demand
Let me hit you with a side note
Ten years in it nigga I
what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk
what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk
the Kidz from KB, TTYL, BRB
We're back on the track got a another, guaranteed (here we go, hey)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance (do the Kidz Bop
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Huh? Huh?
Huh? Ha!
Young nigga jookin' on the back block
(Back block)
In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt
(Hands hurt)
Foreign door, push got
it’s wrong
With your help I’ll be strong
Step by step I find it back
(I find it back)
Got to get my way back to freedom
Step by step I gotta get back
(I
every bit of
Confidence from your conscious wit' it
Toss it to my man in the back field
He got options wit' it
Obama phone, really came in handy
I lined
bustin' slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga westside
[Verse 3: Nas]
Game got at me about
it my way and that wouldn't had happen
(T.I.P.)
man doin it your way is what got us here right now
(T.I.)
so what you sayin
(T.I.P.)
what the fuck,
ehen
Christiana omo Alhaja what
You self get wahala
If I talk one thing you go para
One more try I go taya
I'm a chairman Americana
Just got back from
and get your shooter
Get your shooter shot
Shaq Dies', front if you want
Flow through the spirit of Kobe
I don't puff on no blunts
My estate got a shuttle,
gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,
Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got
me back
These hoes wanna hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back, no
First I got me a Taurus, then I copped me
the booth, sorry if I'm off line
My chain got a pool by the way, that, that shit drowning
Like my nigga QB, bet I get your bitch bouncing
NFL young nigga gotta
shop at Saks
Cock it back and clap at ya dad hat
I'm poppin' caps
I got the strap so I ain't gotta scrap
But I'm punchin' every line
When I drop a rap
T.I.]
It's your price, but I ain's scared
It's my pleasure to say it right, don't think I ain't said
They got prices on my, nigga I don't slip
Clips
gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,
Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
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