Lyrics:
before you ask for this
Tell me right now are you ready to hit the roof
Grindin night after night
Tryna shine switch the light
Like Mario she slide on my
it down deep
And try to kill it
Not dissing on a town
I'm not a villain
Just sick from all the stuff
That I be hearing, uh
Bunch of R.Kelly's and Bill
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
Intro - R. Kelly + (Nick Cannon)]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh, uh, haha)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Kels!)
(We in the club singing this for money, ha!)
whats that, whats that?)
My bitch
Hold up, hol' up, whoa there
Lets capture this moment if I hit than I own it
Marijua'moanin' every mornin'
And Patronin'
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
tickle me like ha, ha, ha
You tickle me, piano key
An octave high, my superfly
There's more to the S-T-O-R-Y
Was ten 'til when when our love began
It
no, no, I don't wanna be alone)
I don't wanna die alone (oh)
No-no-no, no-no-no
Tell me, what it's head for?
I just wanna bone her, get it 'til
Early in the mornin' alarm clocks are ringing
My bags are packed 'cause we're leaving today
Defending our freedom by sea twenty-four seven
The boys
but it's still the same
Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs
See my niggas was strugglin', 'til they birds they came
And then we got
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
hustle, mama, I'ma move the white
If I died and came back, I'd do it twice
Brainwashed by the block, it consumed my life
Cool nigga but a killa when
like you never saw me
Now she on my dick, you wouldn't think it was the same girl
I hit then I ticked her off the list like my name's Earl
I can get
never counted the cost, took heed to warnings
Try to hurt a rose you get pricked by a thorn
And it don't feel nice, when you wake up nights
Shakin' in
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
on and do what you say you can do
With a steel-nosed hammer on a four foot switch handle
John Henry raised it back til' it touched his heels then
by then these faggots probably be done killed me
I tell my son, keep it real, give why'all niggas each a bill
So what's the deal, niggas why'all know
for the thirty-eight
I pick it up, man fuckit
I gotta go out and hit the street and get some ducats
Lookin' for somethin' to hit
I throw on my
The work is hard til layin' by
Layin' by til pickin' time
Layin' by til pickin' time
It's hard to see by the coal-oil light
And I turn it off purty
Basquiats
She learning a new word, it's yacht
Blew the world up as soon as I hit the club with her
Too Short called, told me "I fell in love with her"
handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for
tabernacle, churches
Yeah (Hit-Boy)
Look, I can't even chill I get active, overdoin' everythin' my best and worst habit
Shit be impossible 'til it happens,
Don't touch what you can't have bitch
Oh well that's too damn bad bitch
I'm a stone cold motherfucker hit em with that cold shoulder 'til I got that
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