Lyrics:
anti-Russian crusade, has it worked?
I am no crusader.
What is your true motivation?
That is something we all want to know.
You know damn well what my
a sixteen bar in the clip, every bar from from the boy be piff
They know its long as they spit wit' da kid, 'cause they had basic bars
They be like;
Kelly
shoutout to Native Tongue
My man Kamur Fareed, my Ali Shaheed
My seed, my nelly indeed, you know what I'm sayin'?
My man Kweli and Mr. Man of course
All
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
Young billy blast em up, I gives a fuck, all about my double up
Catchin bubble up, now I'm here to let you know
Bitch you better give it up
Don't lay it
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
when I reach my goals
Kelly Slater as I send the wave near, you should sign a waiver as its coming close
It's my pleasure though, it's my pleasure though
though, its my pleasure though
Flfy times, fly by, so ima put on while all the time flies
Working for 1st place I never trained for ties
Bringing truth
holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit
freestyle flow (hey y'all, hey y'all)
Just a couple of motherfuckers that I know (uh)
I'm strictly representin'
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got
Mr President, you don't know my name,
But you could find it if you really cared,
Because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues,
All I ask for in
eyes
Was a lot redder than his was
It hung him up
So I approached him, I said "Mr. Bear, I love
Every hair on your twenty-seven acre body
I know
enough would ever say racism ended
I get winded by the weight of it all
'Cause everybody talkin' shit but don't know nothin' at all
Yeah, I thought I
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
and catch the monkeypox
I'm just sayin' y'all do know how it be gettin' spreadin'
I disrespect niggas every year and I don't regret it (I don't)
Let's talk
you know my funk was all up in ya
Deep in ya creep when you walk, I dig that
Split your wig back, now grab the bedpost
Move in real close, I feel
love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make a video
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
notebook
Drink and pen
And then abracadabra y'all, done it again
Married but I flirt a little
Siking the ladies
In the videos I be bringing it like Mike in
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
ya'll
To all the players who made this possible
Thank you very much yeah, the check's in the mail
To Kelly Vargas for steppin' in there, makin' it
ya'll
To all the players who made this possible
Thank you very much yeah, the check's in the mail
To Kelly Vargas for steppin' in there, makin' it
like this, girl
Drop it like this, drop it like this, girl
Called her black Zack Morris, so she saved by the bell
Rest in peace to this beat, I'm
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