Lyrics:
And leave them hollow thangs in your body
Lodi-dodi I drinks Bacardi
Gets dick hard drunk
When I'm off that skunk punk
And you don't want
the folks like that, I'ma imprint their face up on my feet
Don't fuck with me, I'm Xandro by pain
You can call me Sayin' C, new Osme that I'ma have a brand
Don't get mad at me cause I smash your bid then I passed her like clippers
Hell no, I need no label,
100 badges sittin on the table
Play your card so good
fucked that boy the other day
Don't forget to beep me twice when you get the prize
I'll be sittin' here proud, waitin' for it tonight
Imma let the gun
fucked that boy the other day
Don't forget to beep me twice when you get the prize
I'll be sittin' here proud, waitin' for it tonight
Imma let the gun
one cares for me
Slippin it into to darkness I'm beyond that and pass that
Once I catch a flashback
Snap and that's yo ass
Black Devil get
a place to go hide
Caught you surrounded by demons and leaving smoke to get high
It was an Eye For cn Eye
(Thinking bout the way we would rage from the day
appetite (take a bite)
I got some things I said I won't do
With you I think I might
Hate to admit that I'm addicted
But girl I think you caught me slippin
your fist before toasters
Always your first mind, don't get caught slipping
Don't talk to pigs get money over bitches
Pussy is good but don't let that
look beautiful tonight
I know I say that every time
Got that ace of spades on ice
Know we bouta catch a vibe
Got me taken by that smile
Always caught up
Elmo's out in the hood one morning
So pissed off that he put out a warning
Said if he ever see Ernie or Bert
Swear on his life that they gonna get
double M fees
We in every hood, nigga, government cheese
Yachts and Yacht Masters, Old Dirty Bastard
Floor seat for the Heat paper that I'm stackin'
Better
Catch me slippin
Can’t be caught by the cops
Getting blurped on the spot
I be dipping
Might pull up onna thot
An meet her at her spot
Get the hitting
dreams living in these streets
I swear the game changing
Get caught that boy a bitch he snitching got yo name ringing
Rat a lot of people ain't gon' have
keep my gun, every time I rent, I'm chasin
We do this shit for fun, ain't no pressure by no business
Bitch rollin' crips, we get checks and we spill em
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
You caught slippin crackers goin to find your ass not breathin,
A hundred holes in your ass and your body licking,
Nigga ridin with them
the plan but it ain't working - they don't understand
Spinnin' round your block until we notice dem' get caught again
Whooo - caught you slippin' now you
speaking his business
Dogs will holler if they're struck by objects
Lean on the spirit protect your necks
Don't get caught in the stings on the set
Cause
on ice
Startin' to see they don't love me, that's just somethin' I realized
Puttin' in trust might get ugly, never true, they all lie
Imagine bein'
York, New York, the city that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids
of herb in my brain
I'm slippin' through customs in my hydro plane
Skunk and the one Chocolate Thai bud
Niggas, let's get high in the sky, hit the blunts
came to drop it
The prophet is to love each other
Michael Jordan/Jackson, Cosby money, Oprah
They got our love by go get Africa
[Lord Superb]
Harmony,
the boys in the hood are always hard
you come talkin that trash, well pull ya card
knowin' nutin in life but to be legit'
don't quote me boy coz i ain't
to make a blood pump cold
Globalization meaning spreading business across the globe
They make it seem pretty by telling you they helping
But they get dirt
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