Lyrics:
Hitting licks and killing all we know under our circumstance
Night time, I thinks it's bout time that we up the score
Motion in play, been plotting on this
pour it up, don't spill it
Go and drop a motherfuckin' pill in
My niggas hittin' licks, they stealin
Who gon' take him out, I'm willin
She been
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
want you to lick my toes
Heartburn like e be mentos
But it's white teeth and my eyes half closed
Notice how I don't talk
When you do things on repeat
But
Trust me nigga This ain't by quendence
This what his intentions is
On My Micheal Jackson shit like This is it
Hit the time punch & never hit ah lick
Said
to be wack then screw it
Rather stay miles passed the bullshit
Playing all that old shit because it's going down tonight
Surround by sound and ice, my e
place
NBA by any means we get it
Bitch don't make us take it
Chain to the ceiling bread winner bitch
I bet he break it bitch I cut a nigga lights
Just
do We're on a mission,
To beef with anyone who fucks with our ambition
So check it and give a listen and let me explain
Yo E-rock bring back that
Hold up, surrender your squad, it's a stick up
Fifty-two pickup, you high school drop-out, gives you enough float
To succeed or get tighter, what
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
(What's the definition of a lick?)
Taking a niggaz shit
(Hey put that on sumthin)
I put that on The Click, The Click
Back to fuckin work one
toters, ain't they wise? Totin' their lunch made by their wives.
How to be a lunch toter, if I may emote it. Gitchy wife to fix it. Go to work and tote it
motherfucker it should be me
I'm the one smokin hydro by the jars
You need to leave my stuff alone, go and get some business of your own
cause me and you
Skepta, Roll Deep, yeah
E16, n17, e3, sw9, e14, n13 we do this ting
Rules and regulations
I've been a scholar since ching chang walla
Real life, not
write this down
I won't ever say it twice
Took a L I was down
That's a hit on the first night
Where's my crown for how I walk
I'm on it smooth just like
cruise control
Out blow by the window in the do'
til the point that it might make you lose control
3-oh-4's slow your roll, gimme that dough you know
of the times it was risky
Say you get hundred dey wan carry fifty
I push the whip from like zero to sixty
My people suffer e tight e no easy
Wetin dem do me no
Dick her lick her nipples now she cripple she gone be straight
I'm here to make love so what's up cause' ion see hate
I had to run it up let me shower I
the whole shelf
Get them for the low and send them out up in the mail
Hit licks by myself
She can't come around if she gon come to kiss and tell
He can't come
These are just the true ramblins of them loose cannons
Always spit the truth rabid in a way that you grasp it
What ain't you understandin? Bitch,
U my nigga if it come down I take a slug for ya
And if we gotta hit a lick then ima jugg for ya
We young bosses and our jits gon be a trilogy
We
we do We're on a mission,
To beef with anyone who fucks with our ambition
So check it and give a listen and let me explain
Yo E-rock bring back that
of cash
Chillin in the Phantom and the seats roll back
And I'm on the road 220 on the dash
20 bands up coz my brother hit a lick
Pull up drive by see me in
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