Lyrics:
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
everybody killa
Hit you wit the fully issue
Like PG&E lit you
See me in 3D git you
Hit em up git rid of
Did em up like dirty draws
He was a jealous
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
and Kavawon
Yall created links and built the castle strong
Lit by Torch, to pass it on
If you didnt catch that one
Torch is Moke
The same Goat who paved
of this hype groove
You know this shit is dope
So what you try'n to prove
Vu's max as Evil E
My niggaa dogs the wax
My brain's a handgrenade-catch
I'm a hit
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
alot by myself
Probably why I dont ever ask for help no more
(Yeah)
Would you catch me if I fall, yeah
Made my own way through it
Yeah Im bad with my words,
a drive-by on a church
Got 30's and ratchets, AR with attachments
We kill em we catch em
Threw on my dog on em he fetch him
He was at home alone he stressin
i'll hop in front and drive
This bitch on my own
Out the driveway windows half raised
Bumpin' Ma$e or some Sade'
Chuckin' the deuces to my neighbors
Like
ogni singolo giorno
Ho soltanto hit
Tipo che cazzo è un singolo pronto?
Ho reagito ad ogni singolo affronto
Sono testardo
Cosa sò l'ho capito sbagliando
not involved
I'm cooking in the kitchen after this I hit the mall
I'm looking fine as ever so you know I catch em all
I say I got jays but I'm be
wanna we can bang or if you wanna catch a movement nigga we can catch a fade
I'ma always run it up until a nigga getting paid and all you do is hit licks
coppin' that shit
Yeah, you know I make it happen They ain't never catch me lackin
My dick and the lips, they be smackin' I don't play it by my faction
We
stackin
I made a new album, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E
stackin
I made a new album, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E
Yeah ha.. we vibin'
Channel livin' all day ha see'mon
Yo its me the m-e-t-h uh o-d
??
Sniff a whole key
My coke deep
Be my conscious tellin' me
chain, catch him hold him down
Hit him with the hot slugs like over now
I know you want to test rock, what you waitin' for
I live one-thirty-eight
on me
(Said I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get, hit with the thing and try to ride on me
[Styles P:]
I can't be humble, e
Nah
Your about to hear an album
Made by someone
That's got absolutely no musical talent
Get ready
Yeah the fuck do you want man?
The albums finished
I be in it like, "Oh," that's my shit
Hit it from the back, she like, "That's my dick"
Tattoo the guato 'cause that's my clique
Oh, man, I think I
much solace
Like 30 days when that EBT hits your wallet
I wonder if I'm live in dream, moe
My corneas are open and I'm so foco
I guess its real cuz don't
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild
I know you a real one ?
So maybe you'll feel when I'm telling you this
You know this game, you've sat on that bench
6 by 9 cell and it's smelling
like they sippin' on Sizzurp
Shirt open 'cause I did some crunches
I been eatin' salads for my lunches
DM hittin' by the bunches
Gon' stream my album
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