Lyrics:
And all of my money and bitches today
I'll get
mo bitches
Mo money
Mo skrilla
Mo pussy
Mo plays
Than yo bitch ass can say
Ain't it some shit
When things
the Lord
Over ya head
Like u raising the forks
Don't give it up
I'm a take it by force
I was raised in a war
I'll bang on ya corpse
Hands in the sky
Like u
it's Lil' Trigga
Now Lil' Mo was a soldier to the fullest
Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets
(All he wanted was to be a thug)
to kill obi cause of ego
What the fuxk if happing in town
Niggas put your hand on the ground
Put your rifle by your side now
Never dose off and never loose
over a fiend they ain't know
Behind the curtains, their privacy, lust is already laid down
The results is the same with different names and it turns
Who is my friend who is my foe, I just can't tell no mo'
Cause seem like everywhere I go, somebody got a problem with Ro
It might be somebody from
when I check am mo ndan
Mo ndan when you check am mo ndan
I thank jehovah
Dem Shenk I conquer
Den e turn in laughter
And now it's over
I like how she jiggle
I'm my own boss no man in the middle
Two hands on that ass I palm it no dribble
Shit
I cut that hoe off I'm sharp like a chisel
It’s like I wanna spit something written
But keep forgetting
So I guess it’s from the heart from the start
Played my part
Seemed like I just wasn’t
make a wrong move and I'ma bust em
I'm sleepin on the floor with my nines by the door
War ain't fair, it's war
Front line, muthafucka
[ Mos Def ]
You
nightshirt baby, hand me my morning gown (repeat 2x)
Don't feel sleepy
I just feel like lyin' down
Gotta help me baby, help me baby
Can't do it all by myself
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
kill a slow jam
Oh man, god damn
(Take it all you need me)
YB gang that's the new thang
Brand new chain is straight from Hussein
Mo shoes mo cars
ain't giving up a motherfucking thing
It's hard to come by, and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walk-bys
And you don't want
to fuck around, caught you wit' your pants down
You know what it is, put your fucking hands up
Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down
And then
respect
But the OPD, found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
Put
I wanna be in your life until the night is over
I wanna hold you so tight, so tight, come in closer
It's been a hell of a ride for every single
complain just play
The hand that you was dealt.
You play them right you prevail,
You play them wrong then you fail.
It ain't hard to tell, when you be
out of 89
We headed back, you had a baby by Ron
But that's irrelevant, bygones is bygones
Calgon is Calgons, love it when you jump in Ghost thongs
like doja we bout that action man I thought I told ya
Sellin it raw I don't need baking soda got work in the whip hope they don't pull me over
Strap in
I just wanna flip a couple pies, is it dangerous?
Young man with the old vibe, he could never hands out
Best believe if you fam I could always lend
Baby si yo try by pass it
To toujou la ké mo ka shine don’t start it
Yuh pussy clean and sweet I like it
To fè mo pédi tout mo crises and problems
de drive me loko
Oehh all over you
I never wanna hear its over
I never gonna hand you over
Ibi like say you cast de spell on me
How does it feel
and I'm runnin' on low, tryna get home
I don't wanna feel this way no mo'
This world has got me thinkin' negative
I've tried to ignore it and now I'm
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