Lyrics:
prepared to take my place
Or be in my shoes
Or find out it ain't that safe
Up in the club we clean house like a renovator
Bust 2 times in his mouth
My glock
white boy, I heard he's a bitch
An I ain't seen him in the hood, no where in the Valley
No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them alleys
Heard he
Friday.
Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in tha air,
If ya don't care.
Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in tha air,
If ya don't care.
Standin outside
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
your wave cap (whole lotta shots)
You was in the house playin' 'Tendo
I was on the block where the J's at (on god)
I'ma stand on it if I say that
Say
Homie I swear, These days I'm feeling very rare
The last of a dying breed let's put that in the air
No one compares, I said no on else compares
ain't 'bout it
Nigga huh, nigga huh
We off that juice and Hen', I snuck that burna in
We're set trippin'
Nigga what, nigga what
I crept in the spot
seen on TV
We ain't got time to parlay at Kiki
We got money in the banks in Waikiki
Bitches all around us
Chronic smoke that we blowing
Air it out
that any legislation be passed. But to simply provide a forum for airing the issue itself, for ventilating the issue, for bringing it out in the public
break down
Money in that locker at that mafuckin Grey Hound
House on Green Lake now
Feel like Vin Bake now
Dumping out purses patting pockets its
reveal sexual acts up in Capone's Ac
The Chocolate Dime watch the Mafia shine -unh
Girls git your own, can't touch a dime of mine
Biggie
And if you
watch them fully trample
Shoot a pistol in the air, make it so kit kiddy can't handle
The crowd, the gotta are you rush before a few gonna get crushed
the game
(it's just not the same)
Unless it's Gilla House, and Wu-Tang Clan, in the house, cop them thangs
Live together and (pop the chain), know your
in a Mercedes
But that don't make your basic ass Beyonce or Jay-Z
What's happenin'? Obama 'bout to move out the White House
What's happenin'? Couple
innocent, though
He was guilty they figured
Not knowing that he was a mafia member
A mafia member fell tossed in the river
Using his skull
Denting his
Diamonds shining all on my neck
All glass white house, sleeping with the tuna
Bad bitch by the pool, looking like a movie
Five-thirty A.M. putting all
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pockets is sumo
Gettin' the mula by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, should model for
at least this second, crisp air
I like my oxygen rare, but it lives outside of the windows
Therefore, I am sinful for wanting more
Thousands of houses with
was jumping like bed springs
Water whippin in that hoe’s house
Took in a bird, let’s throw it down
I got that work 24/7
Nigga my shop don’t close down
man brawl three men fall
Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall
Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail
Directly at the cat
one hand in the air
If you've ever been there
Loved somebody so hard
But they couldn't care
Open your eyes
Take a deep breath
You may not have won
Now lemme see ya' hands in the air
Lemme see ya' hands in the air if you feel a'ight
Now lemme see ya' hands in the air
Lemme see ya' hands in
temperature is never room;
To the art of writing I remain a faithful groom;
Word Griffin door wizardry flying up a broom;
To catch it in the air you'll need
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