Lyrics:
How many
2 cMs
lighting up the phone
sharing all of our secrets
How many times
can we play with the fire
when its almost too hot to the touch
How
he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want
need me, baby, I'm never too far
But yo, I gotta get out there the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you the second that I blow
On everything I
crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit
That's strictly made for cats whose rich
Excuse me, is that your bitch in my 6?
Turnin' up the volume when she
it's bloody
[Buddha Monk]
Hey yo hold up, you told me you liked that shit muddy and swampy
And you gonna hit it from where (from the back door)
This Fam
inscribed on the list of people I am not inspired by
I rap considerably well
So if you're considered hot then consider me Hell
I've been cracked for awhile
icy cold
Put a price on niggas' head
For that shit you said
Got back so we boomerang, watch what you say
Hot shit'll spray, in a box you will lay
Know
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
Yo dj hi-tek
Drop the motherfuckin' beat box dog
Bring that next-level shit
Uh, yo, for real
That's what I'm talking about
Check it out
What Jada is to D-Block
The game need a detox
Go get your turmeric, your Dr sebi Sea Moss
Burning sands that we crossed for
The tribes that we lost
In
Yo, why is the ripper so ill?
That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!
He said "One of these days, all eyes would be
the TV screens
So I can have real phone sex
Know what I mean?
[Lil' Kim](Will)
Here come the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter
that ride V-12 horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my Airforce's
Back porches made for hide and go seek
We got space out hurr, we can ride and chief
TV. Id watch it while I ate some supper, and then till I left for band rehearsal. After that id get home late and go to sleep cause id get up at seven
“Am I
Pretty,” I give in I can’t resist that
I had the shot, the clock ran out I
Can’t believe I missed that
I told you once I’m up, I’m coming
Back
add up all the money that you
Made from every battle that you ever had
That wouldn't even be half of what
I'm getting paid for this you make me sick
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
to hold me down, but you better let me up
'Cause you're only gonna make things worse (I hope you offended)
'Cause I swear when I get up, I'm never gonna
racist
Settin' us up for failure
Made us rebellious
Judge slammin' that hammer and nailed us
We was sheltered by Section 8
'Member nights when niggas
looked back on it)
Like there were only two possibilities for that night
Either you had a psychotic break,
Er somehow
You'd slipped the surly bonds
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
y'all ain't gotta feel the same pain
That put a nigga like me on the mainframe
Bow down, back up nigga, I'm hot now
And don't try to resuscitate me,
trying to get that back
Clear as day, I can call a hack
Foul moves, gone get you whacked
Infraction's is only for rats
First thing first gotta hit yo lack
working, doing more things for my house
The neverending fix-up that my mom said I'll be working on
Until the day that I die
The Money Pit, is the chimney
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