Lyrics:
like a net
Yea I'm still young but I think like a vet
Vvs on my neck
Thank god everyday no more loving check to check
And I gotta flex
Said I gotta
well in the trap
Doing so on and so on
Females in the kitchen
Bagging with they clothes on
Keep being nosey
I'll cut your nose off
Finger fucking my Four
playing
Girl we're making love in my private movie
(My private movie check it out)
My private movie
(Cut to a desert isle surrounded by the deep
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
choose yo' wars
Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns
[Chorus: x3]
Check my war wounds (uggggh)
My war wounds (ugggh)
Every soldier got
(I mix the Louis the Gucci the Prada)
(950 my feet I rock Balenciaga)
(I cut you off because you was a doubter)
(You started off sweet til I seen you
Baldhead on 42nd Street, down on Broadway
With Tony Lou, out of prison, my crew from Rahway
That's word Lou, I'm in New York, I'm here to see you
Cut back
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I
on my own lil baby (Own)
Gotta do me by my lonely baby (Lonely baby)
I can't treat you like a token baby (Token baby)
This shit don't phase a youngin
Turn
ceiling
Cup a lean no feelings
Cup a lean no feelings
Fuck up a check im winning
Fuck up a check im winning
Cut up a check
Fuck up a check
50 thou no
to build, this is time to build
[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
Niggas increase the pain when they shout my name
Horrified by the thought of hot slugs and graves
Cause Ja
double snacks
Now feed your mind
My theories be captivating
Surrounded by devastating news
Effortless money-making through
Exploitation of trading abuse
choose yo' wars
Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns
[Chorus: x3]
Check my war wounds (uggggh)
My war wounds (ugggh)
Every soldier got
cut is on fire
Causin much damage like a nuclear war
You know what time it is, I'm always reachin for more
To turn the party out my rhymes are
(Tripping off the cut like)
(Your boy took way too much)
(XTC, oh, oh he's off the cut, oh)
Oh, all these psychedelics in my head
Let's go raving,
Yo what up though, I'm feeling good tonight, huh
Step aside step aside, what up sir no face, sic hop
Yo, check me out watch how i kick funky styles
Meditate
It's a cherry on top
And the sweetness magic
Open up my books i don't
Write love letters
I check the mic even
When i check the weather
Even when i
guns in my system
And I'm not choosy
Pack that down when I roll my zoot
Strap that sound when I roll by booths
They don't really know
Who they're
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
my sleeve
Every nigga wants this, but what niggas want
Niggas don't need
They tried to cut me off, it
Did not work nor hurt
'cause when I cut I don't
dumbfucks
Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough
I kept my lawn cut
This felon conduct
I got my arm out the window of an armed truck
It's Teamster Union
what I must and get it by any means
Got a family to feed know they depending on me
Couple dogs and I know that they riding for me
Cut a check for
light 'cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You
this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling,
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