Lyrics:
Better treat your girl right
'Cause another man will
Better eat ya girl like another man will
'Cause u leave your wife
And I see ya wife
That be for real
man will
Better eat eat ya girl like another man will
Cuz you leave ya wife and I see ya wife
Now be for real
How long ya think that's fixin' to be ya
Conserve that energy or y'all will live your whole life in brackets with sweatshops
Just give me the nod, assassination like Kenny gave the wrong eye
on steady
I'm ready for the mission of freestylin' acting shitty
Converse you with the energy enemy I focus on ya
Every styles you make I will take
?
Let's see if he can be ya savior
When I cave ya chest in with me murder weapon
They can't find out Smith and Wesson
Only glocks and street machines with
Artist: Will Smith f/ Tra-Knox
Will:
Ugh, Ugh, I'm comin' (echoes)...
...Watch ya back, I'm comin...
[Man (singing):]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
honor roll, but honored up in them streets
'Cause I'm a Linwood nigga, them young niggas hit ya
Put a stack on your head, you'll bleed a lake on Grand
Laughs You good? Aight?
Yo, chill bro!
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So Chaz, from Toro, one of
My favorite artists ever, there
Was this melody that I had
In my head
duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar
the back (In the back)
Totin' them semis (Huh?)
I ran up my bag and I'm shoppin' at Fendi (At Fendi)
Ay', ay', ay', ya bitch like J.R. (J.R. Smith)
The way
Reflexions of the Disillusioned
By Jeff Knight
Dedicated in loving memory to Jerry Wayne Smith and Willie Mae Smith
“You courageously
know it's crazy motherfuckers that barely sleep
The color red from a hot hollow piece of lead
Salute the world and then nod your head
Guns N Roses, hit
sides then I will never forgive you
Fassin my seat belt then I make sure I check my rear view mirror
So superior
Keep my circle small can't see my
and put a flame on it
So I can leave a stain on it
Nod ya' head to the flick of my lighter
Fire to the ass of a joint get ya' higher
Never in over my head
pavement
You can't spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods where ya head'll be found
And its good that you getting it now in the prescient confessin'
Jae Millz)
Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here
All hoods, stand up
All rude bwoys
(Cam'Ron)
It's the remix, Killa, Dip Set
Harlem, mo
I'm stepping
Eyes wide shut you can't see this lethal weapon
Pow pow pow pow pow
Ya ya ya ya
Wait
Ya ya ya ya
Ahem
Ya ya ya ya
I can't
Produced by Sikk
randoms. Watch peers
It's always be ya own niggas
Watch out for everyone, even me
He Will Smith'n
Tryna be Ye and Yonce
Without credit
I know niggas who be
Man like I'm Will Smith
Disrespect wifey, I'll slap a nigga real quick
Shawty gon' pull down them pants just a lil' bit
Am I motivated by revenge? Just
a few guys but you know them they go by smith and Wesson so you know we bring that boom
Chorus :
Bring that boom <(ya ya)>
Heads banging Bass
So loud
confess where you keeping all the money, mister
At the work she see a hearse
But at the best he just will pistol whip ya
Get to see you child and live
a Wesson the one that belongs to Smith
Don't riff or skip
Just hit the spliff and shoot ya gift
Until these bustas stop flexin'
MNM let 'em understand
on me in my Fendi swim suit, bitch
H-I-P
Nod your head real quick
H-O-P
C'mon, c'mon
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
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