Lyrics:
Frontliner like a barber, I'm ready for fades
The only power that I call on, don't wear out his name
Or use it in vain, be like Judas or cain
Want your rights
Sometimes, I don't even use my stick
These fuck niggas don't wanna box, mane (freeze)
And if he act like a bitch
Then I might just go pull it out and let
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
leave out the city that they shacked up
Cause if you do that's the right they got you jacked up
It's embarassin because you know they justice, but all you
Just wet for the dough on him
Ayy, I ain't talkin' DQ but
I got a blizzard wrist, ayy
Mix it with the left until it look right
Where the stick now, wait
When I'm in the stove, put my back in to it
Fit right in my jeans, compact the Uzi
Stick on me bitch ima use it
Get your pen and paper, Papi finna school
This is damn
Should I start right there? (yeah)
Ayy, we fuckin' shit up, bro
Nigga do it so easy fuck-ass nigga
Hop on like "Bow, bow, bow, bow"
I don't
ho, pose, ho, life is such a picturе
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
This is damn
Should I start right there? (yeah)
Ayy, we fuckin' shit up, bro
Nigga do it
the shit it then it gotta be right,, if I’m takin yo clients it aint outta spite.. we aint shooting in malls spinning back late night,, can hop out
club mix
In and out, the scene, only want my green
No man not for me
Don't wanna be another mc, trying to be, wanna be, legacy
Talking bout something
the news about that shit
If u mad about what I said, you can see me in the mix
Sent that hit out on lil' dude, now he walkin' with a limp
Guess his ass was
you gon' do, you ain't gon' do shit
That big right hand almost made a homie sick
That thing you call a can, it reminds me of a stick
Alright I'ma drop
what I'm about
Let me stick all this in your mouth
Now won't you get freaky, and won't you turn it out
and have visions of the dick and balls getting
playing them games and I’m toting that stick
Had to do it again and we came up with switch
I’m gripping that thing with my right hand
Laid up with your hoe
Mix said, "Go ahead"
Thirty-eight, STRAIGHT to his forehead
I hit em hard and it hit the spot
I punish and plot with Mix-a-Lot
Now where's
Caught one of 'em, Mix said, "Go ahead"
Thirty-eight, straight to his forehead
I hit 'em hard and it hit the spot
I punish and plot with Mix-a-Lot
Now
funny
My name's Mike D and I'm about to get money"
Pulled out the jammy, aimed it at the sky
He yelled "Stick 'em up" and let two fly
Hands went up
you should stay in the house and read your books so you'll succeed
And give up on that music thing and don't be going out and about
So I said
How in
city, can't no nigga tell you different
Came this far all on my own, I'll never need a nigga
He ain't livin' how you figure, cause he stay up out the mix
cause it might go down"
Said he don't like the way the shit is starting to sound
Evey angle of the car was smoked out and tinted
So we couldn't tell if
And I'm fuckin' 'em up, when I'm up in the mix
In the best of my bag, when I pull up wit' tricks
And i pull out the stick, when I punish the kids
I'll make
bam on me Barney rubble out with Fred
It's snowing where it's hot now the homie buying sleds
I'm cool with the green that's a healthy kinda med
Tread
funny
My name's Mike D and I'm about to get money"
Pulled out the jammy, aimed it at the sky
He yelled "Stick 'em up" and let two fly
Hands went up
Keep sticks like Django, uh
And we got the same ho
You wasn't slammin' her right
(JayGotThePlug)
Sticks like Django, we ain't gon'
Yeah, we got
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