Lyrics:
it's time to make the payback fat
Tell my brothers on the
Block–better stay strapped, black
And accept no substitutes
I bring truth to the youth tear
killin' it (uh)
Nipe dawa, man I need it (nipe dawa I need it)
I said I'm the greatest, I don't need to repeat it (the greatest)
Write my name on the wall
Maravich
On the topic of death, I'm
Not really for it
But don't ever think that I'm scared of it
I know this one Muslim, he move like a boss
He only know how
A writer writes, but do fingers fing?
Hammers don't ham
Grocers don't groce haberdashers
Don't haberdash english is cuh ray-zee!
If the plural of tooth is
somethin', what happened
I looked my brothers in they eyes and I tell him, just don't be laughin
Ain't had no other way to get it, so a nigga started trappin
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
Girl go ahead make it clap clap
Dripping on my wrist know you like that
Pretty ting
Itty bitty waist but her ass fat
So why don't you go clap clap
love three sons
Why do you love my thumbs
Chic a wit da bo wit bow bow
It was cocaine shit ya
Oh Shit ya ya
Chick a don't a bow bow
Chick a don't in my
I don't do shit for free
They thought I fell off but i'm just Getting up on my feet
I hit these hoes by twos and threes
We getting paid come work for
I seen
I don't know
By any means Ima intervene if it's bout my dough
We don't trick or treat
These tricks want treats, but I don't know
Who the fuck
to get prolific with the whiz kid
Greenbacks in stacks, don't even ask
Who got the fat sacks? We can max pumpin' fat tracks
Exchangin' facts about
to get prolific with the whiz kid
Greenbacks in stacks, don't even ask
Who got the fat sacks? We can max pumpin' fat tracks
Exchangin' facts about
and some dope, tap dat green vein
Smoke blunts sometime, it's all about that bank
My heart don't pump lemonade, it pump battery juice
Make me pump the trigga
even told 'bout it
Say it again
Yeah, they pay me to win
Then they pay me to lose
Then they pay me again
I do right by my self, I stand
Yes, I can
Yes, I
a plane nah its the dope man
Ten piece honey hot got it from PK's all my wings flats
Fighting wit my addiction i like backwoods full of green crack
Fat joe
Haha, yo it's Bekay, you know I had to get Ol' Dirty up on this one, right?
(What we want ya'll to do) listen up (we want ya'll to get on up)
Get up,
chaser hunt for pray
You went to soon but your spirit lives on
Mr Joe Hill
Its easy to decide
For theres nothing to divide
My kind dont need to fuss
[Krayzie]
We so thuggish ruggish (the motherfucking war is on)
You better suit up and do like Krayzie Bone
Cause the motherfucking war is
Muthafucka, sometimes, you feel like a nut
That's what you do
What we got here, uh, check it out
Here's another one, uh, uh
By the Notorious
pigeons with me not Kevin
What matter to you, it don't matter to me
I do what I want and I do what I please
I go fuck your hoe and I make it look easy
Eight
chat, let's begin another yarn
That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'
But roosters don't fly like boosters don't buy
So what powers
Well, I say goddamn Fargo what you gone do this time
Shit, I don't know
But I know my mama gone love this hoe
My mama be saying this shit to y'all
Fuck you gon' stand next to a nigga like me that really do it
And you don't do it?
The fuck from by me, man
Hello, motherfucker, what's my name?
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