Lyrics:
grab it
jump out inah traffic with the matic
point n squees suh mi aim fi a hat trick you done see you death from mi draw fimi rachic stab out you heart
the chain saw grab it
jump out inah traffic with the matic point n squees suh mi aim fi a hat trick you done see you death from mi draw fimi rachic stab out
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
Low top white flaves
Low top white flaves
Back in the day knew
Everything was straight when I
When I rocked them low top white flaves
Low top white
of Skoal never hurt no one at all
Then, I've never seen anyone get so mad
From a little bit of spit on his John Deere hat
But I spit on him once, spit
some clown
On top of all that, I beat your homeless ass down
Heard that convicted rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black
for
top scores across the board
we're Legends without the lore
Third time what the harm tho
beats to wear your best garms to
unbelievers, modern
sleeves
I was beat down by a muscular chief
Face down on the curb, cuts on my cheek
Got to the station lumps on my knees
Who battered me? That's police
listen I come from the dirt from the top of the ranks
Now their hating on a nigga why
Cause I can fuck a new hoe everyday
He asked for a verse he’s asking
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter,
e'ryday
from "Lifestyles" to "Jeeps" to "Renee"
Now they gettin' mad airplay all over New York
top ten on ya Soundscan report
Yo who woulda thought
on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score
mines, they're mine you know
This hat, it's yours you know
But not the fat cat trapped in your baseball cap
This cat was far from fat when it had it's
a gasoline hat
Top of the hill made a track
But the money made back
That's the devil favorite song he wrote
That shit until it finish
In-love with every second
Like a keyboard
Singing like sweet song
I get in them cheeks though
Yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, ay, ay, yeah
I play these women like a keyboard
From Lifestyles to Jeeps to Renee
Now they gettin' mad airplay all over New York
Top ten on ya Soundscan report
Yo, who woulda thought these four
Nappy
faking statistics
These niggas be leaving they lipstick
On top of my dick tip
Pussy I whiff it from miles away
I will never work with niggas that do
mean by that -
Undeniably fact proven that I'm a better emcee than half ya'll rap goons
This is just the beginning
I'm the motherfucking rap underminer
You might've bumped into me on the Rikers' bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on,
You might've bumped into me on the Rikers' bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on,
Parked at the water's edge
Top down with the sun high
I ash a cigarette onto the shores of Lake Laogai
Yes, I got the means to ends
I euthanize a dog
to swallow a slug
Learned it from my God, turning the left cheek and all
(And all...)
So turn that left cheek baby girl (ass)
I'll leave the reddest mark
a redbone, love to twerk it in the thong
Love to play it cool, but I know what she be on
Trip club 3 a.m., twerk it to my song
Top a nigga off so I can drop
waves across the sun
Her hands were like the white sands, and her eyes had diamonds on
We left the road and headed up to the top of the whisper wood
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