Lyrics:
up there at MTV2 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy
We gon shake these haters off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
brother's in the house
Squig Love is in the house
Cool V on the vocal, gettin' me mad
But I'm gonna lil' do a lil' somethin' like this
Check this out
girl been actin' funny, but he got some funnier hoes
He been livin' on the streets
It's ain't sellin' at home (he thuggin')
They can call him Lil' Tez
run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
She shaking her Hips she move like a dancer like
Come and see what I do
H2c yeah I'm wit the crew
Smoking this spliff yea I'm going kuu
Ion want one
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
representa
It's four fingers up wit two twisted in the center
It's no serender, no retreat
I ain't the hardest nigga walking but your stripes ain't unique,
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
ain't bust bacc
Now I see you be playing the role
You can't live by da gun and be scared of it that ain't the way it go
You can't talk bout a bag when
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
some lil' niggaz they can have it
Coke baggin' and toe-taggin'
They took Will, let me describe him, a live one
I think that he was the true 'God's
the last time
now you gon' shine?
let me put somethin' on ya' mind
lil' cowards takin' hits
and protecting shit
it's a for sure thang
i'm a brang
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up, God
But
did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up, God
But
Now here's the perfect mix to let it bubble and foam
Wait three seconds, then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischievous, lyrical genius
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
on my shit I think her name was Lita
Member I told u tht lil bitch was a eata
Just by the way she done walked like a diva
Scoop up ur bitch fucked tht
hear them engines down the street, bitch you can tell we comin'
When I'm in that pussy, say she feel it in her bellybutton
By the way that we approach
they act like you owe'em somethin'
I tell'em ain't nothing change but my phone number
Do the math lil nigga
I school you, teach you bout class lil nigga
Peeping is thorough
And I cruise the streets in a red Montero
Pick up my crew and then we chop-chop make it
To the Quik Mart and get the blunts, cool
Laces
Big cake (guala) , big grape (Fizzle)
Big grape street, dick make her legs shake
Bake weight, cook cake, shake and bake
Chickens and the plays on Debo
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