Lyrics:
That's how butta got shot in his back
And dizzle got beat with a bat
Fuck sha ek he got shot by a dyke
He keep talking hot behind the mic
Better have a g
the energy is the bomb
I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme
And we flow like with the mo like
Mo strike wit the fire
Baby I know you say it
into the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud
Who the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond,
the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out Cristal
And Dom P they better stick
Why is it that people just start yelling when the track comes on
Yo, got to let this beat breathe a little bit, come on
What? Yeah, you kidding me,
nazis
Dont give a fuck if niggas can't stop me
Don't want the pussy baby keep it top me
Knock by my side if niggas try to pop me
Knock by my side if
out there by the ocean
I'm rolling all my spliffs by the two now
Only really want it if this shit could knock your tooth out
I'm cool with whatever
with my zombies and
My goons like Transylvania
My niggas got it low by
Scalpin' tickets out the stadium
My messages is free movies
That’s word
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
knock the tough up out em
Call up Day for some fuckin drank bring a baby bottle
Sexyy Red shake my dreads do it left and right
You better blow before that
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots won't graze ya
We hug
Feat. Jay-Z
[Beanie Sigel]
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots
on
Beat em like a bad kid Switch hit his legs Cant keep his Kicks on
Knock off his dreads I hit his head cant keep his lid on
I left em dead out in
on
Beat em like a bad kid Switch hit his legs Cant keep his Kicks on
Knock off his dreads I hit his head cant keep his lid on
I left em dead out in
on the beat and you know that
Put the pen to the sheet and stay focused
Why do they sleep on me? I'm unnoticed
Rap with me on a track and get your ass toe
young and not old enough
To not be bumpin' P Troy in that box Chevy with a knock beat
Down the block, fuck a tall bitch, 'til she knock kneed
What you
'til the mortician dress me
And that's deep (hah), you run up on Eagle Street (oh)
Belfast and Monroe, be right at your front door
Knock-knock, hello,
pussy God forgive my sins
Everybody inna d place seh dem love man ting
Grab yuh by the pussy thats a trunt man ting
We tun up the city them say badman
knock ‘em all down
DayWu and Ayyuh J be doing things that we want now
That we want now
Things that we want now
DayWu and Ayyuh J be doing things that we
chop the weed up, excuse me if I'm horny
No doubt, I might knock the beat up
Florence style, all up on the set freezed up
All player haters get swiss
a hustler
The paper never snooze
Bawty all cocky,
And equipped with all the tools
I beat it like rocky
Swear that I wont leave a bruise
Nooo
This was just
jotting, plotting while the others knock her thriving
With the rumors that she's thotting
But replying not an option cause
It can stop her grind if her whole
it with a foot up your ass, and it's still there
I cares not about your click or the block
I'm still that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
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