Lyrics:
and a ki'
Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street
Hundred at my crib, ten fo' a beat
Fifty on a Caddy wit' the swine suede seats
Twenty on a bike, third
for fun?
You ain't scared, is ya?
If she comin' fo' you, better run
You ain't scared, is ya?
It's La Chat, the killer, the murderer, the bitch
And gettin' stalked by these crooked cops again
Fuckin' with the young black male, tryin' to stack mail
And um, stay away from the packed jails
I told
supposed to
Oye baby, oye baby, get closer, get closer
I wanna love ya, I wanna love ya,
Like I'm supposed to, like I'm supposed to
La la la
Oye
10 L
Ain't cha fo a dime bag
Fienin fo a piece a pussy and some zig zags
But fuck it I'm gonna get mine
Kick mine and dick mine
Why ya lick mine
[Chorus: x 4]
Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars
Tic-toc around the clock, for the rock ya come see me
Just knock at the door I'll grant
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh (Mack 10)] x1
All I do
Is think about fuckin' you (Yo)
Got me gone, Pussy won't let me go home (That bitch is ba ba ba ba bad)
Two-hundred and fifty-five-thousand pounds
Of guerilla shit funk fo' yo' ass motherfucker!
Bricks to Brook-nam, we hold it down, PPP Def Squad
Ya tell me once
Killed the bitch jerk come back from the dead with flies in ya mouth
Buried the body, sold the house, then I fly down south
My family don't understand me
D’la propagande ! Tous sur Prora
Nique t’es proba
Racontes pas trop tes problèmes pute,
T’enculer c’est probable
F.O qu’est-ce ta fait ?
10 ans
move me
All my designer by Louis
Half a M in the suitcase
Cartier got blue face
Check out the jewelry
Aint no cap in my rap
Nigga can't give me no dab
Saladi
GANJA MORIE
MC NTARA NI KA VIRGINITE
BOMBOCLAT x2
EVERYDAY NBE KA N DEM PARTY
I NA FO NTE SA CHINI
FUCK YOU FUCK ME FUCK LA JALOUSIE
the L.A. Leakers, believe that
Y'all already know what it is man
If you don't you should by now
Hahahahaha
[Chorus]
the weight, dear
Five'll get ya ten old Macky's back in town
Ya hear 'bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe
After drawin' out all his hard-earned cash
Now
then ball
You gon' mack then mack
Your mouth sayin one thang
But your action don't say that
You told me all aboutcha
And I ain't even asked
Look at ya
see a few hoes but the Prod chose neither
You got to have ass to live In California
And if you see the ( ? ) I'll be all up on ya
Fo' life like Mack 10
to ease on back
Lunasicc, young G's
Ain't no ten's on that
I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through
Ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes
bitches too, man I tell ya
It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo'
But we gonna do this shit
Y'all take this shit and you play this
Stay frontin'; y'all cats ain't seen nothin'.
[Hook x 2]
[Mack 10] (Foxy Brown)
I push a six feet drop; red and pallamino.
And keep the semi
I'm Sir Too Short, I'm bout to do this
In 1981, that's where it all begun
We do it for the money, we don't rap for fun
Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too
him miny mack pimpsta with a living plus many women
just any and then some I keep em going
I keep em going make doeing I keep em hoeing and ya knowing
Seward Park
Flip the funky eighty-one, and La Vista
Lookin for freaks to be G'd
Most mini-skirts wanted please
In them days boy you had to be pimpin
Just
Yo, this is somethin new by
Notorious-ass Above the Law
In the motherfuckin place
The Illustrator KMG
Yo 187, you gotta let em know what's goin
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