Lyrics:
he’s got two (got two)
I’m like babe (like babe) that’s how we do
(that’s how we do)
No, no, no you man can't do it like me
Nope, you can't do it like me
terrible things
About me it makes me feel sad how heartless
You can be you play with strong
Women’s struggles like they mean
Nothing you’re taking
Advantage
Took so many L's I learnt to be a winner
Now I'm finally out my shell you can call me Master Splinter
Imma ride for my people
International take
you on I.G
I'm like son, in real life, people actually follow me, yeah
I'mma keep it a buck
I'mma keep it a bean
Ain't bout my niggas or handling
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody
president
And rap about a black crack, the mayor in our residence
Give me a break brothers, it's time to take a stand
And kill that, "No sir, yes sir,
of sucker rappers they can't diss me
It's like that, you know it's like that
We'll strike back Queensbridge style
My mobb deep people is mad foul
A juvenile
many
People for drugs that are now, right
Now illegal all over the nation
Well, as a policy matter, it's absurd even
Before you get to race, it's also
It's the same for you
You hold your hand
And it's all fine - laced and
What would you make me do
So take my lies
And take my time
'Cause all
gonna rap and you still knee-high
Y'all wanna train with me, guy? Man, it's destructive
Man, it's like jabs from boxing champ Lennox
Perfect for your
the street, people crowd around me
And say, "how you make all those sounds at one time Biz Markie?"
I tell 'em it takes a lot of practice, and lip control
Ladies loved I, niggas couldn't stand me
But they wouldn't bring the noise
'Cause I got boys that got Buck Rogers like
So brothers ought to give it
stuck in our own little ruts
It's about time that you got your comeuppance
People asking me where is this coming from?
Straight out the dome like a bullet
(what,) uh, (what,) that's the way it's goin' down.
My new album ain't no joke.
You want to take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
I'll never slack
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people
The hardest part was seeing networks that were built over time
All of the overlap of people I think liked us 'til I
I had to make it 'bout me, and play
of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
smoking on night,
Crushing up that green illegal
This is H Town
This is H town where my people
This town is raised me up
Taught me how to make a buck
want to fuck
I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass
Got me
we having rich sex
And I throw you away like a future song
See she gotta be bad just to fuck with me
Keep it real in a half like a buck fifty
No, I
doing me
That's so typical
People change that's a fact
Money high make it stack
Till i die speak the truth
Wilfred Owen in the booth
Wilfred Owen in
I think that I'm a prodigy
Bitch come give me that BJ Penn
Bitch I think I'm Owen Grady
You doing dumb shit like Claire Dearing
And I'm up in
I'll be at your neck and
The next thing kid
Imma kill ya team
You take my kindness for weakness
Bet you won't like me mean
I'm nice with it
My side
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah
I
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