Lyrics:
Can I kick it? Yes you can!
Drop a bomb on they ass
Son of Man, Son of Man
Can I kick it? Yes you can!
Drop a bomb on they ass
Son of man son
out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
amused by those who boasting
You not from this ocean, you Mrs.Pigaloo
Mimosa, guessed it wrong, done for you, I wouldn't even close
Second wind , tryna
[Bailiff]
Will the court please rise?
Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing
[Prosecutor]
Your honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society
She has shown
Bomb ass pussy
Bomb, oh, you got that bomb, know you got it
Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-ass pussy
Bomb, I know you got that bomb, bomb pussy
I keep dropping bombs it's a bomb threat
She knows wassup she got that long neck
And all night we playing phone sex
She calls my phone hold on baby
and Hunchoz had that bomb
Shot that shit no false alarm
Send a nigga past the sun
Think shit goofy murder one
Moving shit just by the ton
You say you bout it
what I’ve learned in this business
you just never know…
[Lil’ Kim]
Shut the f-ck up
Who the f-ck want war
FedEx beef straight to your front door
It’ll
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I
get no cool points for only dropping bomb threats
Hardest working nigga in the room, I define that
Softest Nigga trynna be a goon, I ain't buyin that
If
they still feel us
It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept (bitch)
You're talking nonsense to walking bomb threats
Contacts was blown by
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I'm throwin' that bih like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb, throwin' that ho like
SouthSide Academy
[Mr. Shadow]
I'm from the Academy of Hard Knocks
Felons wit glocks, attitude fukk it when I see them cops
Pop, my mothafukkin heater, for
Buck 10 is
Who Mr. 10 off a laptop is
Don't get that shit wrong nigga
He only pull up when the cash out
When I pull up you know its straight bread
Uh Uh
one day
I'm not changing for anything
It's in me veins
It's in my sweat
It's in my soul
It's Mr. Bomb till my dying day
Could care less what they haters
Dipper
Haters are haters, I love you lil' niggas
Have Roka snuffin' your jaw
Call him Rokamouth
Dirty ragamuffin not for nothing
I been knockin' out
off
Say put lil monk on the map if he walk it off
I'ma I'ma
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin
Mm, uh, uh, uh
I'm on the come up
Lil nigga don't run up, this a warning
I came with triggers, wanna see whats up
Tryna fuck some and get my sums up
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't ass without cha
a million
Man, I'm a good guy, turned to a vill-i-a-n
Bully in the pack turned to a rat
Pussy on my jack, I (I) hit a bitch with a car bomb
Bombs in L.A.,
Got the bomb bombs make the whole club go back, eh
Bet the DJ gonn' bring this one back
Like a swagger mom, bring on this track, eh
Massive attack,
become of enemies
My brain thinks bomb-like
So I listen he's a calm type
And as I grow, I grow collective
Before the move sit on the perspective
Mr
become of enemies
My brain thinks bomb-like
So I listen he's a calm type
And as I grow, I grow collective
Before the move sit on the perspective
Mr
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