Lyrics:
better not dip, run
We having the fun
Good Canadian Hard
Candidate dang
You got a name
You can do solo
And so could the chain gain
Preach it
I could not
envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe
[Krayzie]
Pedal to the medal we see blue light
[Bizzy]
They wanted to get RIP fuckin wit my sawed-off
wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) [Repeat: x3]
I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted
Any
wetted
Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) * 3X *
I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted
Any nigga can get it
You say you got
thought that it was funny
But who's the dummy, 'cause, now you done lost the hustler
A down-ass brother done been replaced by a buster
And though I got
And a few months before June
It was just me and my mother
With you, your mum and your brother
This was the first time
We came across one another
Something was
money
Remember
On the air with them grams in my hand
Imma man took a stand never
Stand on the stare
Want green? got peas you can handle em for me
Probably
Brother you're a cheapshot artist
You take whatever you can get as quick as you want
You were never in my corner
You were always on the outside
Waiting for
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
Not my fault
Should of never took the drugs
If u can't handle them
Can't handle the fact that all my friends use them
Isn't that what you said
calm when
I'm about to split your arm in
Put a hole so big in your noggin
That if you God body, you can fit the whole sun, moon and star in
You starvin'
dial in
I'm about to demonstrate
Lead her by example
Jose on the sample
Can you catch this tempo
I got propaganda
Follow me like ig, or pick another
the hits that I hi-hat
A fucking clown that can't handle his emotions
I might as well have had a kawaii laugh
A fucking joke, and I don't fucking learn
authentic I want it
Ya niggas saying nothing
I'm with my brothers like Jonas
I'm finna make bonus
Put niggas on notice
Like Kenny's Rigamortus
Now she
again
'Cause we have a chance to begin
That came from the ending of then
This is still a two-man dream
I can't do it without you
No team is quite like you
by humanity
I'm searching for my sanity
Life's all a causality
Baby, I'm on fire
You can call me a huachicolero
Baby look at me
My skin brown, I'm
can lay the lowest
Bitch nigga shouldn't provoked us
Keep a stick like my name Moses
Stay with my brothers like our name Jonas
These memphis streets
You can feel the heat when the night is gone
You been burnt by the midnight sun
When you look for relief but you can't find none
You been burnt by
guys, can you handle the smell
Gra Gra Gra
Glitch on my waist, so you can't even tell
Tool up in the back, it'll send you to hell
You know that I post
Give a fuck bout a bitch fuck you ain't by my side
My brothers I know they gone ride
Fuck that hoe I'm just counting my dough
You bitches is really some
the microphone they shit sound like stupidness
Haha, mad to pull another vicious scandal
I know that you can't handle when I flip from other angles now
Feel
friend
Roll one up, yeah I'm feeling lifted
I'm finna hit it again
Can't handle my heat
Then stay outta my kitchen
She want me, I say when
I want her
Is it getting too much for you?
Can you handle the heat?
Fast track, down to a whiplash, we count the days but we still ignore the forecast
Time
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
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