Lyrics:
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Missed them gunshots, but got struck by a whole car
Healed from a fractured hip and was left with a whole scar
Got left with like two dents, lookin'
brother's in the house
Squig Love is in the house
Cool V on the vocal, gettin' me mad
But I'm gonna lil' do a lil' somethin' like this
Check this out
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
when you live this way
No-no-no, no-no-no
I don't wanna die alone
Is you givin' out that pussy when I'm not at home?
I'm in the streets and you can
"Resurrection"
Yeah I'ma get this one off for 87th Street
South Side of Chicago, Chicago everywhere
Check it
It's like come on, y'all, get live, get
[Dmx]
Unghh!!! My nigga said it!!
Niggas'll get it! That's the rule!
I'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!
can bring yo crew (Yea yea)
Fuck em by the two’s if she a nympho too (Yea yea)
Got yo bitch you know, ain’t know she was yo hoe
Take em down three in
the third world
Decipher my deceiver, make him a believer
Spittin' Gem Stars words in my mic type receiver
Bond is my life, so I live by my word
Never
One, two
Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell 'em boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say,
TakeitBackv2
Like Frederick Douglass
It's time to pick my brain apart
Lookin' at the menu, motherfucker
I'm the mane with art
The patriarch of this
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
to party, live it up, pop Don and Cris
In a lake with a waterproof on my wrist
Been a professional, now I'm starting to mix
We rhyme to kick
Born with the struggle, used to hustle for crumbs
Fillin' blunts in the building front thuggin' for ones
Full clips, fly dicks, down somethin
Double cup, sipping this Act' though
I got some red and some Wock mix
I been leaning so bad off a light two
Bitch, I can bet you a car
I never sip no
(yeah)
45th Street and blaow-blaow Ave
I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga
If you don't live that, you shouldn't say that
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
the bullshit
I'm so in love with Spanish
Chicks
Cake mix lil mama slim thick
Give her chocolate ice cream then I dip
Circle real tight
So I know who gone snitch
coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin' let me hear you say ride (ride)
[Verse 2: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
It's Lil
the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones
now
Kid and play it's a house party
Play some TLC aye you can watch me creep
Luke 2 live crew, make it do what it do
Can you make me dance, zapp
of that gangsta shit
Chorus 2x
[Verse 4]
It's somethin' about the Central Coast sound, huh?
Feelin' the beat when we get down
Flowin' to a motherfucking
mix juice in
On the way to L.I., well I, could a took the hell-eye
But we do more behind wheel
Hampton home, two floors, for nine mill'
Real playa
filed, makeup made
We can shock South Beach, shake up Dade
In a drop top Phantom with the Drakov blades
I'm a stop by the barber, you can hit the shops
Grrt, boom, boom
Lil Tjay
Oh, oh
Uh
Streets got 'em, ain't no savin' them boys
Grandma tryna pray to the Lord
Raise hell if they take one
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