Lyrics:
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
Clickin' on the nine, out to get mine
I go big up, big up, gotta make the room boom
Blowin' motherfuckers to the moon
Niggas need to feel me a real G,
be thick be settin' up them tricks
Gettin' licks rules don't apply to gettin' rich
Start a business sell a ki pimp a bitch
Make that switch real
I walk around with the grill
Cause niggas be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real
I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit
Fuck this rappin shit, I
I walk around with the grill
Cause niggas be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real
I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit
Fuck this rappin shit, I
on me Shark
Creepin after Dark
Never speak on what was told to Me
Won't let it get that Far
I don't go by what was told to Me
I go by what I SAW
9 hoes,
Yeah, '96, for my Nostrand Ave niggas
My Fulton Street niggas (Hardcore for '96)
Dangerous MC's uhh (Check it out) , uhh
Diamonds on my neck, chrome
passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass, got me checking for you hardcore
Staring
(Where my niggas, where my niggas)
I know you wanna fuck (Where my niggas at?)
(All my real niggas throw
Your muthafuckin' hands up) let's be friends
Where
it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches tryin' to sleep with me
Every night,
be thick be settin' up them tricks
Gettin' licks rules don't apply to gettin' rich
Start a business sell a ki pimp a bitch
Make that switch real
coming in live
Some of you niggas had me
Knock shit down for nine-five
I told you last year that I
Burned you in a flame now this year
I'm wreckin average
ticket
Shitted on reality for fantasy produced (by tact)
Mr Rough-records
On a real island yo ass won't be whilin' and smilin'
Who's the character?
My hooptie rollin', tailpipe draggin'
Heat don't work an' my girl keeps naggin'
Six-nine Buick, deuce keeps rollin'
One hubcap 'cause three got
'bout I
How you gwaan so? She like it hardcore
So I grind slow, iller than Albee Square Mall back in the 9-0
My fine hoe we got some victims to catch
'bout I
How you gwaan so? She like it hardcore
So I grind slow, iller than Albee Square Mall back in the 9-0
My fine hoe we got some victims to catch
Jeans wasn't a slacker
When I was in school with intent to get my Blachelors
2nd night a naked bitch was in my bed
By the end of the week was playing 2k
All praise to the Most High YAHAWAH BAHASHAM HAMASHIACH YAHAWASHI
Shalawam, Shalawam Kan Let's go!
You've been lie to by your pastor
Their sole
and bags from Chanel (uh)
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Draws by Versace or them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel (uh-huh)
trippin', I got this 187 Proof by my side
It's finna be on
Is that right?
Yeah
But where you stayin at, man, what's goin' on?
Same mothafuckin'
Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills
Mad at me 'cause I kick that shit real niggas feel
While ninety-nine percent of your fans wear high
Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills
Mad at me 'cause I kick that shit real niggas feel
While ninety-nine percent of your fans wear high
dropped a hardcore track
Y'all think I'm soft cuz the color I lack
And y'all think what you say is real facts
When I was growing up I listened to OG's
Shit
The world real cold, real icy
Yo, when you think where your mind be?
The next war over ideology
Throw some prayers up to the Christ, please
We all love gifts
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