Lyrics:
groove on
Before he get gis glock and gat up the party like Gotti
I'm runnin' thangs from the inside
Rap better wait because your style done died
want that
Style, rip it up style, catch a fill it up style
Freestyle, so buck wild
I got the style you want to hear
Who's next? You better fear
TR,
hoes
I know its those that don't believe what I'm sayin on the mic right
So Baby D won't you tell them what its like
Its kinda hard comin' up
some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC
Niggaz goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Niggaz mad Dogg bumpin a bank account
slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on it
Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug
Have a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugs
Yo, you
up shockin your body doin it Kami Kaze style y'all
Hook 1:
Cause it's Victory or Death nigga, better stay out the way
When my adrenaline pumpin or you
We got it all from Heron to Fishscale
New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail
My style is flashy like a fiver strobes
Going around the globe,
Ah, what?
Niggas don't want it, haha, yeah
Ja Rule, DMX
Def Jam niggas, ha
These motherfuckers better stay the fuck out our way, ha
Understand
Young Gotti in the back seat fucked up cous'
Man it's a shame how my gang-gang-bang
No disrespect but, hey, we want thangs
In the lets see what quest
on the plane
Cloud nine that’s where I’m at with it
Punchlines till your jaw dented
Catapult your Buick till your car spinning
Watts up, Bad Lucc
Believe me,
innings
The bulletproof 'Lac with the windows tinted?
You mean the one with the
Pretty bitches sittin in it?
Please believe it, we gon' represent it
And we
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
motherfuckin head off
Once again, niggas know my style, God damn it
Unless it's on the cut so give me
The mic and watch me slam it
Hard like Shaquille, oh you
we run up this guns to stomach style
Got to flaunt it now
Nigga who want it blawgh
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high
now It's like a few hundred thou When we run up this guns 2 stomach
style Got to flaunt it now Nigga who want it blawgh
Ride for this
Where my
and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
(Get on yo knees, nigga
Get on yo knees and pray)
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
and robbin' on the side,
Niggas just Bout It, Rowdy
Niggas better show me that them muthafuckas still gettin' rowdy
I cut wit G's nigga
March playas, step
it again, startin' something
*Phone rings*
[Radio DJ]
KWBALLS, who's this?!
[Warren G]
Yo, what's up?! This Warren G and I was just calling in
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we
choppers
Up here we call the rachets)
If you don't do it
Nigga then you know what's happenin
(Funny style niggas is clowns
But we ain't laughin)
Who tryin
MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money
Cracking the handcuffs
I am the one they've been waiting for
The prophecy said am the chosen one
I do it for Africa
Do it mama
I Do it for alla yo
My
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
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