Lyrics:
are we that famous
Bust this, the Queen of Spain knows what my real name is
Our time is runnin short so I'll bid you farewell
You know this cut is so
betta watch me 'cause I'm doin' bad
'Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me
Now where the goods at Playboy give me that
And if them goods bad I'll make ya
the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin'
And my chain fell out my pocket, it ain't no way I'll drop a dime
I know Raytroy had it good, he
Mobb Deep yeah
Clinton Sparks! We're about to
Pop off real fast this is H right here
Got P by my side ya heard?
(Uh, huh) Let's do it like this
Check it
You'd think that the alphabet was made by me
When it comes to storytellin', I'm great at it
Tune in or get tuned out, my face got redder
'Cause I'm
(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah (soo)
Let's take a modern day stroll (woah)
This is the modern day, ho
Last time I checked, we was runnin' the globe (go)
to me, I'll talk back)
First of all I'ma start by just sayin we can't be fucked with
And you know it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole hood in this motherfucker
She got a pair of nice titties
She's the inspiration to me and right next to me
Make her ovaries bleed, come s*x with me
She got water like
Right through his presidential, it's tinted, you can't see it now
(Keed talk to 'em)
Come on girl, ride with me
I'll lead you on, come on, follow me
little wild motherfucker grew
Up cold hearted, rolled the hardest
(yeah)
And I was runnin' all through the projects
(Taff)
Till I got caught up on some
mind
When I rhyme
And that's the bottom line
Heavy stress got a nigga thinkin that he must be trippin
I'll be runnin rings around the rhymes that they
I'll hold my head up high and forget you by and by
And there'll be laughter instead of tears
Babe there's the green light kick up your heels
runnin' they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit
Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars
how to get me back like Liam
No fuckin' or not, I'll be gone by the pm
With all the kissin', the touchin', the bitin', the tuckin'
You know you
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Long checks,long chips, long dick and rubber
Come roll with a pimp or gangsta
Hustler by nature
Trust that I'll take ya
I'll show you the rules
Going down to the station
I'll be waitin' for you to come
I'll be pickin' up your heavy bags
It won't be a drag
I hope you'll be glad to see me
are we that famous
Bust this, the Queen of Spain knows what my real name is
Our time is runnin short so I'll bid you farewell
You know this cut is so
I plead
Forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's
Runnin' from enemies
Ever since the days of the seed
I'm under pressure
The stress will have me
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
They call me WHAM and they know who I am, yeah
She got that WAP and the way that she use it
Saliva with top and she come with a mop, I need
fucking with a nigga with a attitude
100 Miles and Runnin', like and Cube
Like Jesus to Judas
The betrayal is nothing short of ruthless
I'll die before I
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn me the fuck up
Sheesh
Said I don’t wanna change
Said I don’t wanna change
Bitch I’ll never change
I been goin heavy with
Look everybody left and now I'm thuggin' by myself
Niggas ain't even help me when I asked that boy for help
I got to know myself again, stuck off
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