Lyrics:
back-to-back foreigns all in a row
Ride by the kid wit' the left up, draped up, dripped up
Hold up, I was just dabbin' by mistake
I was just fuckin' your
my posse and the suckers started backin'
Tried to say we cheat, because he got beat
Another lightweight sucker that can handle defeat
People wonder
Hypnotized minds, HCP, hypnotized camp posse
We finna do this for all you thievin' ass
Wanna be us ass niggaz out there
Stealin' motherfucker, take ya fake
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
part your instrumental
Cuz it's no fun without a posse
Whether you came by car or by horsie
I want you all at my concert all jam packed on the stage
Your
realest group, Americaz most wanted convicted outlaws
What's up Snapper
[Snapper]
Let me tell you, we take no bull shit
Bring a posse, can't fuck wit my
teeth out with the nose of the fifth
bullets bust through the back of your head ya die swift
fuckin wit tha clan, watch what you say
we kill *Beep: Lame
GOT IT
CAH THEY SAY THEY GOT IT
THEY AINT ON IT
SAY THEY WANT IT
GET IT
THEY AINT FUCKIN WIT US
BRUDDAZ SAY THEY GOT IT
THEY AINT GOT IT
CAH THEY SAY
the hell i keep on flowin
On, they wonderin how i've lastin long
It's the bong that i smoke, by the palm wit don
Aow, that make ya wanna sing
I knock ya ass,
now I'm all that and more
Puttin' the pressure on, catchin' rep from the dog
Pure secure, injectin' like the fuckin' doctors
Smoother than silk, more
held back (Uh)
Throwin' up C's
He ain't givin' out no passes
Never fuckin' no B's (He ain't fuckin' wit' no opps)
Fightin' all his life
No one told him
brown tee
Muhammad throwback, who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he made one (Hell naw they don't excite me)
I'm all about my cash ridin' around wit
[Diamond]
Niggas ain't fuckin wit D, fuckin wit me
Lookin at me like "Yo, what can it be?"
In the wide body-7 while you suckin the D
Spent out in
Pimp C
We fuckin' wit Primo, it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
"We run shit!" "I ain't playin'
that's brought, caught us in a midst of sibling rivalry
For instance, there's nothing born in existence that can survive wit me
Clone me like sheep, I
Yeah Uh
I need you here wit me
Yo
I need you here
Rock Wit Me
Uh
I need you here wit me
I been feeling distant often
Guess us losing our connection
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
AR by my bed
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
us
She said I'm down
Now she riding on top of us
Hop wit extendo
Pull up hit em by the bus
Got the gang up
Now ya niggas can't ride wit us
Bitch then
' rumblin'
Fuckin' wit' me getcha trampled Lemon Lame is an example
He got beat down by these dogs, and all he got was just a sample
But now I'm on my way
with you niggas
Don't try to flex when you wit' us
We on that goal when you wit' us
Yo bitch on my dick when she wit' us
Yeah, these niggas wan' be me
on the wall 'til you run outta breath
No Limit like I told ya so y'all give us respect
Now you could shake it like a dog, break my fuckin balls
Do it how ya do
can tell by who I hang with
None of us is famous
Lost a couple brothers but they were never of us cuz they wasn't with who I came with
Misunderstood
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