Lyrics:
niggas tall, but I'm really ain't that short tho
she want a nigga that live by the law a nigga without mommy issues
A nigga that ain't got no flaws a boy
the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
(P.Diddy)
(over chorus: Hey yo, I got somethin new I wanna say, check this out
Hey Yo it can't stay
the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
(P.Diddy)
(over chorus: Hey yo, I got somethin new I wanna say, check this out
Hey Yo it can't stay
Jackson Thriller Jacket Beat It to the tune
Lock me up mental ward like a fucking loon
Yeah
Barking at the moon
I'm aware, I'm a wolf changing over soon
to them
And now they play me like a fuckin' amateur
I got a life, yeah, I got a right, yeah
Cancel my shows, that shit ain't right (shows)
How they gon'
you know how talkin'
On a Sprint feel 40 bang on him
I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a
Backyard and you strugglin'
up, git out and git something
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git something
Cause you and I got to do for
up, git out and git something
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git something
'Cause you and I got to do for
I keep the flame on me
I got the gang on me
By myself keep that thing on me
How the fuck could you change on me?
They flipped like a whopper
But
I won't let you stay
Can you teach me to throw
Ha
It's time
A lot
True
Blacked out the last 7 nights in a row
how pathetic I've got a brother to be
For rap I bend over but not for bitches
Give that
Everybody live that, I hope you have the
Same credos, have the same beliefs
Have the same damn rules
nigga)
we bout havin 100 (I'm about my paper)
we bout teachin other niggas how to get theirs
cause we gon get ours (you got to)
y'all get
it
Christ rules
Everything around me
If we’re talking cream
Eternal blessings
I’m putting over that money
They say I’m
Laughing to the bank
Truth is
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
get outta here
Who was you with when you got tattooed?
And who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms?
And who the fuck threw up all over
lied
Yeah I know how it go
When they see you ballin they envy us
Block the hate with the goalie
Michael Jackson with the walk went I stunt
Cautious
they got world nigga law
Some folks get on a plane go where they please
But I go overseas and I get over-seized
London, Heathrow, me and my people
Hey uh I like that beat that MC Lyte got
Johnny J flip that shit
Let's do that shit over
Let's do that shit like you
Know Death Row style, you feel
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Shoutout the stallion
I hit first place so pass me my medallion
Niggas gon hate me yo Tico u wilding
But that's how you gotta live life w ya talent
Ringing
like zippers on a
Micheal Jackson "Beat It jacket
They got my back like a tat, for that I love yall,
hangin till we old and gray like grandpas
Homies
Peace, this is Spike Lee
A.k.a. Shelton Jackson Lee
A.k.a. loving husband and father
Of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson
I'm here with De La Soul
the wolves are comes (yo Banks, lemme-lemme shine)
I got Timberwolves in Minnesota
And got them New York Knicks up in that baking soda
Homie, I cross over
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