Lyrics:
the shots
Might catch a stray
They gone put me to bed
Fill me with lead
Now I'm a casualty
Baby don't be mad at me
Baby don't be mad at me
Baby don't be mad
lacka-lacka-lacka)
We the type of people make the club get crunk (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh,
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And then some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
mad then a bitch
Niggas mad then a bitch, mad mad then a bitch
Oh shit, get the whip and dip, jump into the sticks, hop the fence, duck behind a bin
[Kool G. Rap]
Yo I come in the form of danger lurkin
Blastin the mad streets and merkin
Shot at strangers from out the Ranges and Suburbans
Curtains
with a bracket
You're lying again, I'll fucking end you made me mad bitch
Crying like a baby walk around, look like a sad bitch
Leave you in the drain
to spend till his knees bend
Then the athlete's broke and his girl's in the wind
And my girl gets mad, cause I never spend time like I'm s'posed to
Plus I'm
don't want to do it no more no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more no
But I got to get my paper baby
Perfect attendance on the block I'm booming
Slip by I'm just doing what I gotta and I
Get by, dripping sickened by the trauma but I
Get mine, and I'ma do it how I wanna
Said I, I get mine
want to have babies?!?!?!
STAN
It's every man's right to have babies if he wants them.
REG
But you can't have babies.
STAN
Don't you oppress me.
REG
And Imma push up on your body
When you deep boy don't you stop it
In the air tonight
Gotta get my feelin right
Put all this pressure in my body playboy
all felt the pain
Of Yusef Hawkins, and they was mad but we was squakin'
They tried to show a false compassion, yet at the rally
They tried to bash
ya own dance
DJ play my song, -Where dem dollars at- by Gangsta Boo
Plus another southern diva Mia X is coming too
We don't like dem boys who be all
you burning up cuz I be (Hot Hot)
Like a firecracker
I'm (Tss Tss) Pow
See these niggas can't take me
Cuz they know they takin care of my baby
Don't get
'em boom so bash and bruise
And confuse 'em, wait a minute did I lose 'em?
I'ma put it down baby, fuck these kids
I will splash 'em and ask 'em who
other day a body's found, yo
Got mad stacks, don't even move kid I'm strapped
Tez got mad stacks inside his napsack
Here's a warning, I gets my meth
The only billionaire, playboy
Philanthropist on the block
Kidnapped by terrorists
He ruined their entire plan
Turned a box of scraps into
A fully-suited Iron
everybody, litigation
Beat me, bash me, you can never trash me
Hit me, kick me, you can never get me
All I wanna say is that they
Don't really care about us
baby I done ran through racks
I can feel they energy
I can tell they mad
Shawty want some Louis V I took her to Saks
Imma get some Gucci jeans with
go down
Yea, your baby daddy mad, you woulda spilled the beans
Don't get mad 'cause she on my drill team
I turn virgins into sex fiends
I turn
I know I did you wrong, my baby don't be mad My intention wasn't to break your heart or make you sad
And this feeling I get without you no lie make
tap-ons don't even worry bout it thugsta
left em in the garbage expectin they'll find an inner city youngsta
I'm an all around hustla get paid in
Aka DJ Old Davis
I have a special request
I would love to hear "Buffalo Stance" by Neneh Cherry
And, uh, one more thing
Don't you get fresh with me
laughed at me
Damn baby hand me the big strap
Your family kidnapped
Killed and bitch smacked woo
Welcome to Amityville
Three dollars get your whole family
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