Lyrics:
health
And these niggas be snitchin'
I can't go out by feds
Who the fuck told them dumb niggas to step
Two weeks ago I got my
Dick sucked in Fairwood
Two
Researcher #1: What's new?
Researcher #2: Oh, I never said.
The blood analysis came back from the lab - most of
it was from a lion, but some of it
and
A better world has to be built
And the only way it's going to be built is
With extreme method so what you and I
Have got to do is get involved you and
I have
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
dick
I set the standard for requirements, so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the "I" in his
His posse too clean, his
better take lesson take a pic
Freedom of speech make a fuckin statement all yall
Bitches below can suck my dick
Sitting on the throne
I dont need your
by the load putting dick in they stomach
Drugs give me a hell of a feeling
Came a long way from robbing and dealing
People hitting me up like I fuck
We two and O soldiers put you in a coma
And I'm down to ride like I'm wired from the yola
Speak and we heard it your niece could be murdered
I
and step
It feel better when you can do you
Cause you know you can go get it all by yourself
And that shit is a fact
I left from the crib and I ain't going
You know The Motto we believin’.
Greatness from small beginnings. Fate is uh
I’m winning.
Aim, miss, when in doubt
Say this: “I’ll make it count.”
I
L.A.X. around six
I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in these tricks
It's Friday night
Two players in a black 5-0-0
Slidin' down
warn ya and now I'm rainen punches down on ya
Y'all better head for the office
Tell them to get your mummy to come and get you
Because your tummy is
up like I'm buying a tux
So I interrupt, crease 'em, iron 'em up
With the nina
Not talking 'bout the two singers
'Cause a leprechaun wouldn't even
on the rear
What I'm talking 'bout, with my filthy mouth, from the Dirty South
Is a drug-drop, see'mon check me out
Ain't nobody does it easy-seezy
out
Two hundred pounds of my mic
She's got a neck of a pimp
What about my mind, yours spinning
Ready for war, hell yeah, we winning
When I'm sitting in
strict
Erybody down tollie got him aktin' like a bih
How life sucks got us skreamin' ain't that a bih
All i need is love but she led me on
Now I'm sitting
a bitch and can't fight
My gun is black and white Im bussing shells that will kill a whale
Sitting on some dope from 95 and it still will sale
My nigga
the grown and sexy
My lady and I, two of the best seats
But we ain't sitting down, we in step see
Big booty up close, pressed to me
I grab her waist and I
crew by the one man team
At a barbecue by the cutlery (Ayo what the fuck?)
I'm a hitman going on a shocking spree, keep your distance, you don't wanna
She tried to slash my tire
Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji
From the track
She use to hold my sack
I use to dick her down way back in 86
the track
She use to hold my sack
I use to dick her down way back in 86
She use to look just like a skank
But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body
those who stood up for unjust laws by walking around with an unlit cigarette or lollipop dangling from their mouth.
(coughing)
Hey, I'm back, that was
call me, see that sport, and I come from the Caribbean
When I hit that board, when I bust a move with that green one, I already know what it is
With that
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