Lyrics:
Going all in with the team
Ninety Six Bulls we ballin
Way back had a dollar and a dream
Now I run point shot calling
Going all in with the team
game
Outcome inevitable your just a puppet on strings
We breakin' down the walls with the elevated sound
Johnny Richter, Daddy X, and D-Loc from P-Town
I wish it was my ten-four
had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
'cause I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird
"Just put his hat,
no
Lame ass niggas no more
Bein bullshit by bullshit niggas (for real)
Am I my brother's keeper?
Theres no need to ask, I'm the creeper
Million dollar
Money, now I'm in love with my credit
By the bar with they dollars I buy a building with debit
Uh, I hit that Harlem Nights, It's goin prepare the storm
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
Zaga, Zaganaga, You hear she moans? Boom!
Aye yo Monica won't you help me and Timb
Change dis shit up again, yeah hit'em
Ooh you turn me on, so boy
find me down Edinburgh Drive
With a chick by my side and the pitts doing wheelies
Slide in I see a cutie with a pretty face
You already know she's
(swap the whistles in the Johnny's)
Hit the lights, you take flight
The troopers ain't gon' never find me (the troopers ain't gon' never find me)
I
and a Homer in a jellybean suit
On the sixth day of Gragglemas, my Graggle gave to me
Six divided by two Graggle hairs, five hit and runs
Four zombie Graggles,
on my own, gotta hit the road
X
Invested in time on this music half
I’m on my grind, ain’t no time for rest
(Verse 1)
(I don’t care what you did)
I
our drip
And the chicken with the dip
And the healthy young n*kkas
They going try to get you hit
Cause over population is over ovulation
And Mother
Sleazo who you run with
GO GETTERZ
Sleazo what you run nigga
WHOLE CITY
Run a marathon on them
WE SO LITTY
Try to run with pounds nigga
Your soul
sticks, bitch, we got more guns than the army (let's go)
It's 4X, uh, yeah I sign
Uh, uh, I still a slide
I come hit your block with fah, fah, uh
No
almost swellin' in the wind
Give anything, to be that innocent again, when I was ten
I didn't bang but I was hangin' with the homies
Tell them niggas
the dead body like a vulture, Ticalion, hmm
Blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your housing projects
I represent yo' Shaolin, my nigga
Now yes,
thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one time
Verse Four: Method Man
Its the Blaze that be Johnny
Not
it run it
Couldn't get by couldn't survive
9 out of 10 I was fine
I just pretend till it's my time
Couldn't do basic sh*t
Lost my relationship
Put up
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by
Speed 50 over, I ain't see no lights
Run up a bag and I spend it tonight
Hit up my line I won't answer the phone
I stay lookin' back 'cuz I got on Vlone
My Vato My Vato My Vato Johnny boy tell these levas who you are
You Know I'm down with them vatos down for me
My uncle runs a business he can cut your
Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style
We hold court and blow trial
You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now
Man's
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