Lyrics:
that
I live and die by my respect so I honor the code
Peep niggas who be out here flexing, stunting for hoes
And if you ain't never chose to remember
Sliding in from the front, never way behind
Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine
Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip
Brat
Here we come yo, here we come
I'm just a brotherman, descendant of the motherland
I fuck with blackberries and dimes and butter tens
Good on my
the wall you better stand tight
Full of X, AK's, whilin' in lobbys, bulletproof PJ's
Fuck around and get spunned like the DJ
Csi traumatized by viewing
money
Take money money, take money money money!
Suit getting chunky, well you see my pockets' fat
Enough to go around ten times and come back
Be
honey
How about some drink, yes some gin rummy
After that, come here and sit down
And put on tenderoni by mister bobbi brown
We waste no time, it was time
weakness, try and get to know me,
And I can leave my homies and be your Tenderoni. (2x's)
1st Verse
Cheeko - G
I've been a mack since I was younger, but
like Sada
Put a nigga in park i garage um
Part these niggas be part of the problem
When you balling they starting to foul ya
Tryna put up a hunnet for
dark
Stay high with the zombie walk
Gotta sit my ass down, like Rosa Parks
[Chorus 2X: high pitched female (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Dirty Dirty, you tell
stop
A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop
And to the beat Com Sense'll be the sure shot, come on
I met this girl when I was ten years old
And what
stop
A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop
And to the beat Com Sense'll be the sure shot, come on
I met this girl when I was ten years old
And what
Pack still comin' in
Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan
Front him ’til the first
Time that he fumblin'
Then set him up a couple times, it's
to Pharma or 'Mount
Can't forget my Eg's kickin' up in Danforth, mark it
X the Golden Mile, 'round like Wexford Park it
See we all got a drive here like it's
you on a sunny day in front your crib double park
CHORUS 2X
[Busta Rhymes]
What!
Panic and schizophrenic, sylvy-atlantic
Wrap up your face in ceramic
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
a nigga wanna dig up in they drawers
For the burner, catch a body
I got styles like karate
Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you
Like a cantaloupe
Hope
mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record deal, I need
flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in they drawers
For the burner, catch a body
I got styles like karate
Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you
Like
rappers ball, but they don't live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes
cooler
Grey Goose and big Ruger the fact is
I pose for low in Gazelle glasses
The booth Ted Dibiase just tripled the carats
And you can tell by the style I
the witness didn't show up
Look out in drug stores (but I'm slippin') bare approach the look out
Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent
Then all those
save the children
Escape the poverty for live and, let live
Die by the mic, shadow steel by night
(repeat 2X)
[movie dialogue]
My opps sent your ass from outer space (pfoom)
I don't tell lies, I got my own style
I don't fuck with fuck niggas, by the way (by the way)
Don't
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