Lyrics:
my thang with me
Yo, if they want it, cowards get it
They still wonder how I did it
Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it
Huh, these
thang with me
Yo, if they want it, cowards get it
They still wonder how I did it
Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it
Huh, these bitches see
to Pharrell and Michael
Then we go ghost
Always same cycle
Ya energy balance me out
Cause the moves that I made
Feel like I'm on tight rope
Don't really mess
With The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown
Who want to come and see, come and test me
Take about a million MC's to wet me
For Run-D.M.C. I let
rather have the digits than daps (tell 'em)
So give me the haps, do you want the meat or the scraps? (come on)
Put heat on my naps, and now my hair look
ain't heard from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me
Mothafuck 'em all
What what what what (throw it up, throw it up)
N-why-see (Come on, word up, word up) Brooklyn
William H., O-G-see (you know who, you know who)
be
wantin to next him cause he don't put it down like u want when he
touch ya I know it's wit me u be wantin to be I seen ur new friend and
girl he
be Involved wit it
At 15 I was raw wit it
By the time y'all started rapping I was already bored wit it
Got the respect now my paper needs to scrape
This that Biscayne flow, slide in a wraith dough
20 on the chain, wrist watch insane glow (tss)
Wit' a bossy bitch, she a never go to court 'less
I yelled
Hopin these niggas still follow me and still don't bail
It go...
[Chorus]
[Pharrell & (Noreaga)]
Ohh(what, wha-what, what) Ahh
Ohh, that
I'm on my way to the top
And they can't stop me
Ain't trynna play
Let's get it poppen at the party
Smoking and drinking
Mixing Henny wit Bacardi
I
'Cause money mean the world to me
I'ma shine for the world to see
Pearl the V, twirl the key
F, kick back and twirl the weed
(Ma) wanna roll wit a top
Go Gadget
I see you in the club, you're looking at me, get on the floor
You're posted on the wall, well come on baby give me some more
Ain't got no
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
stay poppin' for me soda
Said she drink wine, Stella Rosa
I don't get hot but the fans on
How I'm 'posed eat, wit your pants on
Excuse me could I bother
hibernate
They go and ride my wave still flying southwest baby
Apple cran wit the goose lotta liquor lil juice
Fam got me on a swoop wit a full zip what it do
hit her tell her ride by
No clothes, she just come and go like a drive by
I ain't lyin'
I ain't know that that was yo ol' lady, no
Fuck and dive,
Yea mobster, let's ride on them bitches
It's time to go to war, niggard, you ready
Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain't ready to roll,
after you go through it
Now I come through in a Coupe on 22s
That ain't bad for a nigga who ain't even finish school
Don't get me wrong I never been
your money make a jump na', like that
Let me see ya go whoa' na', like that
Bring it up and let it roll na', like that
I love the way you work your
So here we go, and Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun
(Who's the man
Ya'll Can't Fuck Wit Us, At All
We Can Go To War For Years
Let's Do It Man (Our Grandsons Could Get It On) Its Nuffin
Let's Do It
[Cam'Ron]
Yo
and see me fall
Walkin' wit my head down, straight, dependin' on y'all
The call me Honcho, I like to sparkle
I'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch like
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