Lyrics:
Stopping me, back stabbing me constantly
Remembering all those times you fought with me
Watch the clock now chop full of hypocrisy
And now your mouth
You don’t wanna know me I lay you down slowly
Take a step back cause I aint your fucking homie
You don’t wanna know me I lay you down slowly
Take
me
You steppin' with 007
Better make it snappy
No time to do your hair, baby
Brothers are bustin' at me
Beats and bullets pass me
None on target
They
me
You steppin' with 007
Better make it snappy
No time to do your hair, baby
Brothers are bustin' at me
Beats and bullets pass me
None on target
They
(D-Roc)]
Here we come so fuck the whole flow
Ying Yang Twins kicking in your door
Everybody better hit the floor
Give me the weed and out you'll go
Bad
(D-Roc)]
Here we come so fuck the whole flow
Ying Yang Twins kicking in your door
Everybody better hit the floor
Give me the weed and out you'll go
Bad
only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way that I speak, Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two
cars yes
I know you spit bars} yes I know you like stars
But put your hands in the motherfucking air, you hear me?
Put your hands in the motherfucking
(ooh) (ayy, my shawty come around I tell her, I got it)
Oh she say (oh-oh) I got it (ooh) (she won't even let you put your hands in your pocket)
I got
man, shit, take it from me
You better off to get drunk on a Pepsi
Up, that's a beep, might be a freak (Hey lemme roll with your phone?)
I ain't taking
There are no accidents around here
I am willing - lay your hands on me
I am ready - lay your hands on me
I believe - lay your hands on me, over me
want to be your sacrifice
Dance for you babe until I die
Lay me down tie my hands so tight
I want to be your sacrifice
I want to be your sacrifice
Run
back, diamond plaque, lay em back
Wish I had a droptop manual Camry
Cruising by the campus like no one understands me
Cassettes in the glovebox, center
Just take off your clothes and just lay back
All you gotta do is just lay back
Would you do this for me baby just lay back, lay back (Boss)
Girl I'm
plotting, your heart is rotten
If only you could use your mind for good
Riddler me this
Don't you think you should
(Mentor them kids)
All, all, all that time
Me and Scooter ain't twins but we got twin choppers
I Waka Flocka Flame a nigga hit em with the yapa
I'm a street nigga, never be a partner
Stopping me, back stabbing me constantly
Remembering all those times you fought with me
Watch the clock now chop full of hypocrisy
And now your mouth
a bullet and your own sitcom
Brandy, hand me one of the platinum hits
People talk but they don't know the half of it
Well the fact this is, we in
That’s why I don’t grind, me and pratt set up shop, (HP)
Re-up at 8:30 pack gone by 12 o clock.
I can teach you how to jugg, turn up your finesse (Turn Up)
mind
In your ass get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine! (Now)
I remember when that nigga D-roc’s mama used to be candy lady
That nigga had to go come
Half of you niggas fake, heart full of clay
What's your last name? Thompson?
Even if you join a gang, that don't really change up the fact you
If you gotta get yours, I get mine
I'm tryna shatter my dream, this black crime
I'm workin' all day from night to shine
Don't call me your twin, you
on your chest nigga speak your mind
In your ass get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine, nah
I remember when that nigga D-roc?s mama used to be candy lady
to be famous
Naughty by nature
Stay on Q-tips
In this tribe called quest
Ducking dese hatas in CR vests
I cannot stop and you know that shit
Catch me
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