Lyrics:
street
I show no fear
Don't stop and stare
Rudeboy I don't care. Air
Gyaldem can't give me air
They bout sq
I'm 'bout to go clear
Clear
Step in the street
(Bang)
Long Beach ain't playin' with you (Nah)
Them gang ties stayin' with you (They stayin')
This game don't stop, nigga, you can't blow no damn
that I brought my friends
She was fine, sweet with a touch of class
No Head, No Backstage Pass
Funk used to be a bad word to you
I couldn't stop myself
it's just a song
Your words will not turn to sticks and stone
Don't worry about murder my mob won't do it
Only worries is worryin how I'm gon' do it
That
doing, is from my old record
They bought my album, for $8.99
Studied the style, then wrote they own rhyme
I don't mind because I'm here to show
it be brought
And i'mma watch the mob hold down the fuckin fort
(hold it down) and show 'em what my skills can do
Real niggas represent from
don't own no clones like this
Grow lights in all of my homes
Niggas won't forget about me
They wives know hella shit about me
She like don't stop, she not
Wey dey go stop use us play o
Dem been para o (Gege)
Angry mob dem killy barawo
Back in Aba (Back in Aba)
Burn e the body, dem do am like nama o
Dem
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
stand here
All night in this bar
(Dear Lord)
I don't wanna stand here
All night in this bar
(No shit!)
I don't wanna stand here
All night in
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One will
got my diploma
In the club 4 in the mornin'
I'm a fuckin' cool kid
Fo show out til it's over
Nigga sippin' purple potion, no wait
I don't do no foldin'
Intro: Puff Daddy
I'ma make you dance
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 3X)
Don't stop
KRS-One
Puff Daddy
Bad Boy remix
Hit me baby
lucci (uh-huh), nigga I got banks to rob
Convertible Saabs, I'm married to the mob
And if you don't stop, then we won't stop
Continuously to get
lucci (uh-huh), nigga I got banks to rob
Convertible Saabs, I'm married to the mob
And if you don't stop, then we won't stop
Continuously to get
squad, I love my n*ggas, I love my mob aye
I love my, I love my
My energy be tweaking
I dont have no reason
I dont give a f***
Imma just keep eating
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
I can't stop till we all ball
And walk around with gold in
Our mouth like Paul Wall
Nigga fuck all y'all
I'll just stay on the grind
And sell out
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
don't give fuck
La mazal mahamalnach
L'ZONE the gang ghadi
Nbano dayzin super fast bhalchi flash
Going up up
Step by step nigga none stop
Blama t3adeb
Stop it, stop it hey radio, fuck you! Radio
Fuck you! Y’all don’t want to lose again a
Lot of people here tonight felt like
They lost you know why?
where she going like flash mobs
Temperature risin
She wanna go to the islands
But I ain't no sucker today
She wanna kill me like tucker
But my niggas see
Instru 1
Bout to shut down the future festival
And my future see a lot of decimals
Show you coward suckers what the tech'll do
Leave 'em stiff
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