Lyrics:
motherfuckers be hatin' on a
Real nigga like me, and I
Don't do nuthin' but do what
I'm supposed to be doin'
You know what I'm sayin'?
But I don't crack a plank
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick
For those who don't like it, eat a dick
But for those who with me, sing that shit
As it go
villainous vigilantes vent to victimize the venomous..
V for vendetta tatted for an anonymous remembrance...
Ironically it sound like I don't know what I'm not
to him.
LEFT HEAD: What do you mean?
MIDDLE HEAD: You snore.
LEFT HEAD: Oh I don't -- anyway, you've got bad breath.
MIDDLE HEAD: Well its only because
I don't care what you say
Kicking down doors you should get out of the way
Always do the most but you gon' get sprayed
Me & Bobby Johnson keep running
take that shit back
'Cause they don't wanna fuck with that
There's too many niggas to try to calm
If motherfuckers could get it, nobody would've
my people on the front lines
People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
the wall
Who do I trust
Can't trust nobody
Cuz niggas always fuckin up
But now that ain't my problem
I always held it down
And never changed up
I never
all summer
Cause this fan in this window don't do too much of nothin
I ain't eat it if you couldn't buy it with a food stamp
I ain't been eating man I
you are way off base.
[Man]:
I don't believe it.
[Adam Sandler]:
Alright I'll play it back for you again sir. And if you get it right this time,
You
how I get these mills
And still live like a stoner
No other way, I get a 100k from each promoter
Or more than that, hold up
Money long it don't fold up
take that shit back
'Cause they don't wanna fuck with that
There's too many niggas to try to calm
If motherfuckers could get it, nobody would've
Stack of bills on her kitchen table
Out go the lights and off goes the cable
If she don't pay 'em by the 15th
And it don't look like she's gonna
thangs out
Birdman stunna, nigga, we don't sit in jail
Real nigga's do real thangs
You know we make bail
Trick, hit me on the cell
Know I gotta make
Hit it!
Aww yea!
Yeah
La-di-da-di, la-di-da-di
La-di, la-di!
You know what? Yo, peep this
La-di-da-di, we like to party
We don't cause
all my tempers
By putting my hate into bars on my canvas
My haters are praying I don't really make it
They gotta admit it my speakers are bangin
Jap-pop jam got it taking off like rocket
I don't do them games (Nah), I'm just bein' honest
Money counter, racks up, making a deposit
Watchin' all
Man, Yes Sir
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]
You begging don't do it
Why u neglect me
Tell me how you feel
It's just hard bout it
Niggas change like i'm hard bout it
Altercation with my momma
bigger than your man is
I don’t wanna say this
I don’t wanna do it
But he don’t really love you based on what he’s doing
Faking those feels is
excuse me
My life is amazing you can pay attention, but you gotta know I don't got change
I do lot of things that they don't
or they never would do, even
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
name
Jacuzzis were his claim to fame
And you would probably do the same
If he did it to you
His name was: Bob Johnson the hot tub king
He's your man if
on display (yeah)
You think I'm gettin' boo'd up, baby, oh no, not today (not today)
I'm 'bout to bust it out the frame (woah)
Dick dancin' everywhere, I do
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