Lyrics:
The block pop, so da strip fall
Rocks got a fist full bull pop shit
Dat hot shit I got a clip fo'
When I start sparkin'
It be barkin' like pitbulls
Yo, this beat got me feelin' like I'm
Straight from the slums of Shaolin
Even though I grew up on Hampstead Court
Moved further down Hope Valley Road
[CHORUS:]
Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands
[CHORUS:]
Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands
Thank you for picking me up from school
Putting me onto hip hop
The ninja weapons we played with
Showing me handstands
Sledding with pitbulls in
swingin', the ratchet Kendrick
Let me get some matches, walk these niggas by Athens
Park after dark, when niggas get active and shit get brackin'
Bunch
equals triple six
She suck me up in a minivan
Your bulletvest, made of frying pans
Shoot yo mans, like I'm shooting cans
Bitch I'm catching hands, like
what I'm gonna do
Straight going for self like a pitbull
Cause I'm so fed up, my stomach is full of these
Lies, stereotypes keep us weak
We're taught
attack
Just a dream with no end in sight
Waking up to evening
Now it seems I live this rotten life
Spoiled rotten life, frozen hair with burning hands
Yo hands bout
Respect on the block
I demand now
Going hard with
The hunger
I'll take a
Nigga under
Something like
A pitbull in a box
How I'm tryna
put the change in her breast
Ain't no ice in here how my drink stay cold
She point to the chains on my chest
Building up muscle from pickin' up cash
daily
Just chain my hands down, make love to my body baby
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Chain my hands down, make love to my body baby
a singing gig
And we could buy a pitbull
And name him after harry
And we could be famous
Then we'll get married
Married
Well, baby doll, believe me
compe
pa que lo guaye mujeres y hombres
que paso baby
dime was up
ando con pitbull y lil' rob
y ya tu sabes nos fuimos ondel
dale esta bajo y menea ese
pow)
Astaghfirullah, I'm a hustler (yeah)
Narco-traficante aus Marbella (wouh)
Lambo, Ferrari, Porsche Carrera (pau)
AK in der Hand wie in Favelas
pow)
Astaghfirullah, I'm a hustler (yeah)
Narco-Trafficante aus Marbella (wouh)
Lambo, Ferrari, Porsche Carrera (pau)
AK in der Hand wie in Favelas
say what's up to a young loc
Just put they hands on they guns inside they coats
But I'm thinkin' to myself I ain't fearin' ya
I remember back when ate
you
When you up the bitches lick you chill dogs
Don't wanna have to Michael Vick you
Stash the work inside the
Asshole of a pitbull
This getting money
you fuckin' with my kin,
You know I rep' this shit,
I got my hands up on your chest,
Motherfuckers best believe it,
That you're fuckin' with
built from the ground up no contract reaching new heights
Skyscraper high catch contact when I fly by
Shoot the cruise with my unreleased blasting like
show lined up for everybody tonight
Special guest in the house tonight
Joe Budden, J.Garden
Let's...GO
[Hook]
A wise man said we all wear a mask
At least try to act fine
Cause I'm the nigga wit the best hand
You poochie, you look like my pitbull
Stretched the fuck out your stretch pants
You fuckin
Got a pitbull that attack
You can catch me in the back all secluded
Ima rock the mic just like ima Cool Kid
Walkin by yourself didn't mean to scare you
say whats up to a young loc
Just put they hands on they guns inside they coats
But I'm thinkin' to myself I ain't fearin' ya
I remember back when ate in
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