Lyrics:
ya knife up out my back
This ain't how you posed to act boy I'm a real killa
I don't wanna die in prison I wanna die by the trigga
Don't cry for me
that I don't wanna fuck him
I was gonna get this nigga Faride to snuff him"
"Well if he come back through, I'm not talkin I'm bustin
Zip my zipper down
I'm showing 'em, knowing if it's a drag
That you hit it from the back and stroke
Left to the right keep it right on time
One time, two time
niggas like toast
If you die and come back I shoot your spirit
Now your ass is just a holy ghost
You tried to play me to the left
You better put a target
start
And if it come short bring back everything you bought
[children] Five!
[Fresh] Wait, if lil' daddy on the street
Cut
Let's go back to eighty-eight
Violence started
There was corruption
The end result
B-boy Destruction
Listen all u dissin'
I got something
Please Baby jAM!
The traffic lights are turning blue
Because of you
Plus gotta add that the streets are empty
The nights are dark and the Mote is
gon' need two vests
So, please stay off my dick 'less
You got a fat ass and two huge breasts
I been to hell and back and I
Fucked the devil in a blue
the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Everlast is in the house, come on, what
But some do come, you want to scrap or what?
If not stay back, cause I'll Roll You Up
[Break - w/ variations]
(That's right Mix, roll that sucker)
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run for the do'
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know stack, couldn't get
It's that time of night and I'm
Dressed to kill like I'm a fire bomb
We can only hang if you're alobam
Oya come let's show them how we jam
It's that
back blood
Holla at em Hov
[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Everybody party down to Louisiana
Everybody jam (yeh)
Everybody come and take a ride with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Follow
you're getting out
If you hang around boys round here they'll bring you down
Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Three hundred, three hundred
you +smile+ with scarface
Uhh, +it ain't my fault+, that my style silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If i get caught
designer
You know I got diamonds, you see how I'm shining
Lil bruh got that shit if you test it you dying
Yea it's fat shit that be flying
I'm with
half step
Now I got ends
And I'm rollin a Lexus, fuck a Benz, and so many new friends
But I could only trust a few
And unawarely I trusted you
But if
see is blue and green
But I'd do the same if you was me, so (watch that-watch that ho get naked)
Stack it up, make it spread
Watch that ho get
‘em where my mother stay
New pair of Vans every other day
The best is yet to come (Oh yeah)
Don't be alarmed by this collaboration
White girls, Latinas,
hunnies wearing silk robes
Time to flip the script, bust the whip
Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
To the feds, catch me if you can
I'm
goin on, what's goin on
(What's goin on what's goin on)
What's goin on I'm just holdin on
(What's goin on I'm just holdin on)
[Rzarector]
Yo
If you
Hey, man
These fuckin' guys scream all of this shit, huh?
They want us to go out and come back in
And start this fuckin' shit all over again,
easy peasy
I was sleazy
Way back in my life
Really mean it
Even if I wanna lie
I tell the truth
How I do, yeah
Let me love on you
For the moments that we
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