Lyrics:
a car. No
Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Lennox and Broadway you dumb ass nigga)
He own the 40 40 got you in Atlantic City
bitch for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Lennox & Broadway you dumb ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic City
Bitched your budget outta
Meyers but I'm tall like him
No stopping by jus to holler at ya
Either hearts stoppin or sumn collar snatching
Stop dollar watchin thassa viscous tactic
Meyers but I'm tall like him
No stopping by jus to holler at ya
Either hearts stoppin or sumn collar snatching
Stop dollar watchin thassa viscous tactic
can pop that witnessing the birth
Go ahead draw the tie back
It's official Miami the bottom
Has been brought back by yours truly
I spit it for these
Ya
I pop a Perc, feel amazing
I pop a Perc, feel amazing
I pop a Perc, feel amazing
All off my stamina draining
(Ring)
Hello?..
So You gone
we did it
At home praticin tryin to learn how we spit it
Forty-eight hours of old tea like Nick Nolte
Young but O-G's at this rap shit nigga please
One
It how to bank on a nigga, and break these hoes
We do it coast to coast, the biggest pimps by far
So Rappin' Ron won't you tell 'em who you are
that's gone be yo ass
Pop my shit and i lose my collar
You run yo shit imma pop yo noggin
He mug gin so we gotta problem
Bitch nigga must have seen them
[Hook: Unknown Singer]
Live by the gun, die by the forty (x7)
[Killah Priest]
I see demons in the atmosphere
Gats appears out of nowhere
Blood
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
dot you
When eye spot you
We might have to burn down ya block to make sure we got you
Yeah Eye got you
But if you a op, eye’ll pop you
Red dot you
When
backwood like a baseball bat (Smoke smoke)
Fucked ya hoe on a yoga mat (Bang)
Watch me pop my shit
Let me talk my shit
All you niggas
Wanna jock my shit
(repeat)
Little miss muffett on a squat by me,
Can ya see the little string danglin' down
Makes the legs go wabble an' the mouth flop shut
An' the horrible
I ain't tryna stop ya
(Shine) From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) Skritin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) Check my baby mama
(Shine) Whip Rovers, not
sick and nauseaus
all that bullshit that you talking
every time a lying sucka have his mouth open, pop em.
last of a dying breed
so wont no money
Y'all' niggas might die by ya wife
Cutter attack by this dirty ah' knife
Swinging
I'm slanging that stick by the night
Don't try me the glue
It might stick
the bad blood in this game
Has so gone deep I gotta put on pop
Pop my collar pop champagne
Pop up in your face
Every time you switch on your televi
Comeon
People say I'm way too full of myself
You're right, and I ain't even made it to dessert (ah)
Buffy, no angels, star no spangle
Forty inch weave by
Or watch me catch a homi', even hit you in the lobby
Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin'
Don't try to Blaze with Johnny even if
proper (Aye)
Dropper (dropper)
I pop (my)
My collar (MC!)
Big "FUCK YOU" to Your Honor (FUCK YA)
I know that I been a problem (ooh yea)
But
Can you see
whatever (ha ha), cause for real if I ever ever (what)
Ever ever catch yo ass flippin', I'm gonna pop a collar (Boom)
Woo mack and when your bitch holla
[Chorus:]
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door
Start to scream
forty's in my lap bust that old school boom bap
All over this map, for I be that down ass, South Cali poet,
Ya know it to be The D-E-see-L-A-I-M-E
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