Lyrics:
letter to Mr. Santa Claus (tell him, girl)
From all the single girls back home (alright)
Bring me a man (bring me a man, bring me a man)
This
'em up, pop 'em up, spttin' bullets at yo ass
Now it's time to make a Third Ward dash
But first hear me out motherfuckers and indorse yo word's
You
from L.A. take the rag out ya pocket and show 'em that
Gang bangin' and gold is back; me and T.I. holdin' the track
Yeah man, this ya boy Block, man
want me dead but they scared to step to me
Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy
When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite
Or get
up the space that's been left
You've been nixed
So who's up next?
One by one
I knock em out
One by one
I knock em out
One by one
I knock em out
Knock,
time is right now
No need to wait for the rain to dry out
I ain't phased by them grey clouds
Don't you bring me them grey clouds
No matter what comes
it to me
Bring it to me
Bring it to me
I got me on my cleats
Hardly on your feed cuz I'm out here tryna eat
It's plates I gotta fill, still cheese over
don't you Nigga's know, I ain't Baby Joe
But with me, don't go toe to toe, in the M No-Jumper don't bring ya Bro's, Rollin' 24's, T.I Smokin' dro
Bulldog
I sleep on my tongue and I stand by it to
I can say lots with a little words or few like
Adam had 'em yeh meed the madame
I'll introduce you to the...
Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck 'em! (Surprise)
Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck 'em! (Surprise)
Fuck the police, fuck the police,
'em laid out so mean
He was tryna stack that cream
Stead of tryna ball on the team
He was tryna ball in the streets
Y'all know the scene
Haters
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
Swagger, don't let me bring New York up out it, yeah
First class to the Bahamas, we was last at Benihana's
Sippin' Sake, sippin' properly while laughin,
Meet me downstairs by the lobby (by the lobby)
It's okay if you bring somebody (somebody)
Meet me at the hotel room (meet me there, meet me there)
The motherfuckin' bullets fly by, be blinded
It's a helluva war so motherfucker bring it on bitch
Hell yeah, we been ready for da longest
Who you gonna caome wit'?
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
Cocaine,
Bring it 'cross the water,
When it touch down,
uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn’t finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up!
Check this out
You motherfuckers know
up
[Yoshamine]
You and I goin' do that damn thing, make it bang
You went out to the room in the back
Bring me in a Henney
niggaz what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga
Hook
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em
was still violent
TIP was king of the south
Master P then YMCMB
Jay-Z was bringin' em out yeah
T.I. told me bring em out bring em out
Jay-Z told me
the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Swangin' on T.I., essence of fo's (essence of fo's)
Pirellis and blazin' 'em crews of hoe
I'm a player, you can tell by how
Bring it on!
[2Low]
Cover your dome or feel a motherfucking glock
The rugged child is in the house, I'm letting off shots
Biggity bang biggity
[P. Diddy]
Eh yo what's up playboy
Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan
I need you to come get wit' me aight?
Yeah, I got something I need you to do
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