Lyrics:
in 87 i knew who I was by 89 Yeah
Mr. Sock it to your baby mom
Say she want to sniff it off the dick Oo thats her favorite line Choking in the name
Yah mussi fish gwaan guh suck yuh mada
I'm hot topic who gone stop stop mi
Very elegant call me chop daddy
I'm so sweet she kiss me cherry
In love with
pill head
Pop mollies two times and them green beans
I got money on my mind yeah Freedom on the line yeah
Haters on my dick yeah Fn by my spine yeah
Knee
making them top-notch
Smoke in the air so it feel like a hot box
She taking molly she eat it like pop rocks
(No way Hozay)
a loophole
The levanter gave him a chance to blow
He put a message in the sandstorm from the soul
People need to know the throne of God
They throw rocks
of my friends
Are not dead or in jail
Through rock and through stone
The black wind still moans
Sweet revenge
Sweet revenge
Without fail
I caught
being direct
I'm unimpressed by these bitches that I see in the press
I'm kinda vexed by the trash like I'm cleaning a mess
'Cause they as real when
right by your side
Oh, lean on me girl, I'm
Rock steady, I'm rough and ready
Nobody will make us run
Rock steady, I'm tough as any
Nobody will take our
show you
Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I had the master plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
with my man
gone run the safe
Aye bay bay, go fix your face
Call up them K's, bake me a cake
Got a dumb bitch, in love with the K
Wiping her nose, stuffing her face
chopsticks and we about to rock shit
Pulling up real quick we about to drop shit
Shawty bad as fuck she wanna give up
These niggas sweet as fuck they about
that, beg for the bag, I got that dope
Down in the streets, she rock that, down in the street, she rock that boat
I run that shit back for them bitches
Got this bitch sittin' right by me
Run up the gas way in Paris
I know your nigga embarrassed
It is not fair
Pour up the lean, I got karats
Do what I say
Brothers on the corner sellin' junk
got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
You got the hard rocks wavin' glocks at the punks
yo, I would set it
And tell the DJ run the beat from (Ultra-magnetic)
I grab the mic and then I leave the party buzzin
Tellin all the honeys I was Slick
will start to weep
And I will start to weep
As you rock me off to sleep in your arms
Dream Machine I've lost my mind
Somewhere in the land of sleep
Don't
grah, shootin' out the Hummer today
I'm in a bad mood, so I feel like dumping today, yeah
One bad move, I'ma dump at his face
Keep the toolie by my
with me (Secret Service with me, nigga)
Nip it in the bud, lil' kid
Groupie love, we ain't ever playin' by the rules
Nigga better not start playin'
thrills
Liquor red cups, endless refills
Weed, cocaine, molly, E-pills
Looks sweet, but the devil's in the details
The flow switch pace when the beat
that's the hottest thing in the streets
Are beats is Swizz
Cheesed up with holes in the shit
Like a log rolled thick
And ain't nothin' sweet but
the ingredients to fill your sweet tooth
I can tell by the look in your eyes
I´m the one making your heat rise
The one that´s making your fire burn
The only one
and get high like whitney
Redman and raghav bagging
Chicks by the bar, known as a classic (yeah! boy!)
She rocks my world
A freak in the bed, that's my
tell that lil bitch I'm in love
Cause that hoe for the birds I thought she was the one
(I thought she was the one)
(Yea) Run up them mo' fuckin' dollars
Run it, cut it, hundred bags, I'm loaded like Chernobyl
I'm in Nobu, diamonds and an Opal
Pack it, light it, burn the bridge and have it toasted, I'm in
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