Lyrics:
to my pockets unless you broke four money counters
Three times the money, took me thirty minutes, ran through a hunnid thousand
Start walkin' shit down
And we believe where two or three gather in your name (your name)
And so now we live expecting to see God
Aye yo
We came through the door
It's Time To Slide
ReFuse To Keep Walking In The Door See Mama Wit Tears In Her Eyes
Don't Let The Window Down
Hop Out Walk Em Down Homicide
Show Me My
lovely Asian massage."
I've been waitin' for this all day
I position myself on the table
And put my face down in the circular cushion
And she started
wanna fill my dish with tears dropping down
regret of the moment
smashed doors numerous times on my nose
I got fake tricks
they didn't serve me like they
the city
Lil' Ya fa'sho just call me the Frank Nitty
Takin' no pity leavin' yo city destroyed
Bustin' down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy
Then I
du oo
Boshy3 asaase ne so
Boko Boko Y3b3du (Y3b3du ama yesi)
Y3b3du oo
Boko Boko Y3b3du
Y3b3du oo
Boshy3 asaase ne so
Mixed by Cyche
Stack it up one two three, stack it up one two three
Build it up enough to break it down and make another mother f*cking war story
More concrete in
talk my shit until they knock on my door at three in the morn
Gun to the window like Malcolm if they want war
If they want war I got plenty in store
Pen
back down
All the ones that used to hate me
How does karma sound?
All these rappers think they're hot
I'll have to calm them down like
1 gone, 2 gone, 3
position
young Maceo taking nothin from these bitches
[Chorus]
[2nd Verse: Marco]
Hoe sit down, every time I come around
u hollerin, screamin, jumpin up
a thousand circles
A man hit me
Saying that he’d be here in a minute
All I’ve got to do is wrap it
And bring it down to the rented
By now, it’s a little past
the position
Like a torpedo
Kaboom like a piston
Bust is her ass down like I mentioned
Now when I'm not around she reminiscing
Pardon my ego
Save your life but I
Foreign cars and platinum expenses
Bangin on the door with a list of our offenses
Well you can knock 3 times on the ceiling if you wanna
Or put 4 kicks
and bust it down to the ground!
Open the door, Richard!
But I hate to be caught out on the street like this cause I got class I ain't never used yet.
But
ayo (ayo)
Ayo, ayo
Knockin' doors down, showin' parts around
I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knockin'- knockin' doors down, showin' parts
in the door so I could leave
Got outside, looked around, I’m no longer with Scoo B
This must be Nicaragua I can tell just by the trees
Found some caged
that every nigga wants as a wife The type to hold it down when a nigga doin' time, like damn
I-I-I can't even find a way to believe her
All the shit she
It's going down going down
Three 6 Mafia mafia
Project Pat y’all know the business
Imma tell you motherfuckers something man
Some real shit tell 'em
catch a breeze by the river side (side)
Bet I change your mood with the moonlight (Moon light)
Or you can play this until you feel right (Until you feel
feet of her lover
And the door slams shut
And the air grows tight
And her throat is gripped
By the hands of night
And all that is left
Is
leaving his cover
And the soft eyes of zero are cut by the sounds
Of the vanishing feet of her lover
And the door slams shut and the air grows tight
in my range by chanting lines in the booth
And I won't stand down
All the passivity stimulates my action
So Imma speak up brother fuck a contraction
so you have a decision
I see my world differently so I have a vision
And sometimes I sometimes I think man is this real
When I turn down the wheel it's
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