Lyrics:
Up in the club with my homies, trying to get a lil' V-I
Keep it down on the low key (low key)
You should know how it feels (hey, hey!)
I seen
these bitches be on it
Yo man, but you ain't prove nothing to me yet
Yeah right, I'll prove it to you in the second verse though, now peep this
Love me
lists
Beat it, sonny
My man is still the greatest in this
To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit
Now listen, you can try and escape if
in a line, mida make a move, cross a state rollin', to whine.
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Submitted by Nathan Speer
HAG ME:
I caught my ceiling
mourning
Call me in the morning
Lurking in the corner (Can you see me behind the barrier?)
Murdered out as always (yo)
Like we're all mourning (can
on the spot
I’ll make your loved ones drink drano
For fucking with all of my
People on my payroll
I see the trail of blood
Sprayed all over the carpet
If you
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip,
Corner Pub fries
Vital to the rivals cause they love to see my tide
Tired of the bullshit, you see it in my eyes
Steps to giving no fucks, you know I'm
I wanna see you work it like a top notch pro
J-WESS
Girl get down on the floor
Girl get girl get down on the floor
Girl girl get
Girl get down
and
My army of ones at attention enlisting
Listen I don't like to be Sonny Liston
But you knock me out just by swinging' and missing'
Drinks in my system
(I'm a saint)
I'm a saint (I'm a saint)
'Til the day I see the grave
I'm going hard in the paint
It's the only we hope we got
That's why I'll die for my
And put the bitch in the drink
You bet I'm better than that
I'll bite the bullet in fact
I'll even swallow bitter pills to keep my sanity intact
I know my
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Just a bad girl, having some fun (c'est la vie)
I love the DJ, u make crazy (c'est la vie)
Don't stop the music, babe baby
This is my dance floor, my
girl waht you wanna do
Sippin' lean told me twice she love the
Her friend too
Hit the dance floor and turn it out
Do it like you in my video walk
Yo, on the M-I-C right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my Man Scoob Lover on the side of me
Dj Mister Cee on the wheels
call me Pigeon John and
I'm in love with you so is you is
Or is you ain't my baby?
(Shake it butters, shake it)
Cause lady if you get with me you'll see
My band
Alright, okay, alright
Give me the mic, man
Okay, come on, man
You need to give me this mic (ah, yeah)
You just wanna see a nigga
My band
Alright, okay, alright
Give me the mic, man
Okay, come on, man
You need to give me this mic (ah, yeah)
You just wanna see a nigga
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
believe that I can see it, if needed, and if you
really want me in, well then let it be, get the greens and we runnin'
up over Cleveland [Cleveland].
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