Lyrics:
to stress
I'll have them folks cuttin a motherfuckin why in yo' chest
[Bushwick Bill]
I'm dyin to wet, any cocksucker, that fuck with Chuck
Cause you know
she called me on the phone
(mike)
What it dat?
(bust down)
I'm tellin ya
but I had nuttin' to tell her
you know what I called her braw?
(cody)
big man ting on a level
Only my mum and dad call me Junior
What makes you so special?
No Rolex timepiece
No Hublot kettle
But still I know when
The Beat
Round three the decider and a lot to say
But you know you’re Outclassed, outgunned, dismayed
That’s the trouble with spittin’ cold verse on the fly
nuttin' to lose, you know the rules
The purse and the jewels or the eleven o'clock news
Which one? Magnum gun to the titties
Makin' scared devils move from
niggaz supposin' to trip
And you know I'm rollin' the whip, we finna set 'em free
Buss a nigga head
Smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head
side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It
you
How it even started ya wonder who
I'mma show ya what rain and thunder do
Hope ya really ready when it come for you
Not a human or a alien
Yeahh.. scene so thick
Talkin bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot
Nuttin but that U.G.K.
All the playas
All the hustlers
Eightball, MJG, Goodie
the ends but I might go ruin it
True dude you do you
You stupid cunting dumb buffoon
I come in your room an cum on a spoon
An mix that inadi juice your
a deal with the goddess"
He said, "the goddess?"
I said, "well yeah, you might know her as god
But I know her as the goddess"
The universal mother
thing you know she's on the flo'
Dancin, she wants some mo'
Her ex-boyfriend he'll never know
She's still sprung, can't tell her nuttin
She was young,
that indo you smoke
I feel your, tattoo of who you used to do, now you regret it
Don't sweat it boo, I know it was a long time ago, now feel me
I live
the same bottle
Takin' midget sips, I run with the richest cliques
Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits
You know nuttin' about L, so don't
Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun, dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under
the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
Holla if you want drama with
The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and
Sigel, Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears,
Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun, dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under
get the fuck out
'Cause I know where the hoes be fienin'
Plus your fat ass got my six deuce leanin'
Bust a U on the avenue
Why oh why there
threw it on the floor
Here u deserve this doe now jump
On stage and work the pole
Face down ass up ho hands on those
Now pop that couchie you know
and it's Christmas
You better know in my circle
Us man ah make dough in my circle
Dem man over dere ah move snakey
So the grass is cut real low in my
niggaz supposin' to trip
And you know I'm rollin' the whip, we finna set 'em free
Buss a nigga head
Smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head
Shady! Yeah
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know
We run it, you do know but you actin' like you don't know
Who run it? You know
she only slidin' wit the highest bidder
But if you ask me she's nothin' but a nasty
Money hungry, unclassy, Ho Happy Jackie
"Yo, son word
she only slidin' wit the highest bidder
But if you ask me she's nothin' but a nasty
Money hungry, unclassy, Ho Happy Jackie
"Yo, son word
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