Lyrics:
with me.
And even on your block smoke them like a fucked up bell,
Can't be caught by no Po-Po's can't be put in no slammer.
I don't be fucking with
Tell me now would you still ride with me
Would you still roll side by side with me
If i lost the plot and went all nuts tell me now
Would you still
MEL S Tuesday
Stitch it on your jacket so you never forget
Hitt'em with a hatchet, cuz I never miss a target
Change your diaper, call me swiper
Steal
S.R.T., yeah, I'm bouta hop
up the road Got A.R.P., lil' bitch, I keep it with me
on the road Making music is fun, shit never gets old
Yeah, I do what I
The present is a present Carpe Diem seize that day
Throw all my bad deeds away no matter what they say
Got me up in smoke puff and away
Got me up in smoke puff
Torture me, slice me then stitch me up like embroidery
Way back before gold-plated male and female
RCA jacks was used for crystal clear playback
I was
Up off of mixing that recipe
Ima Fuck off that cash like the treasury
Wanna get next to me just spread ya legs Open sesame
Light on my feet like
Right now, love
Only thing keepin' me by your side
Only thing keepin' me by your side now
But see Solána, if you don't say something
Speak up for
trappin for fun
Try to touch this water get wet like a sponge
Got your hoe on my dick when them back ends come
He say he want smoke now his opp in my lungs
static, I strap tools
Next up!
Yo I believe that's me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony
[Erick Sermon]
Yo p!
Time to rock, the sound I got,
wired off that vodka cuz I Mixed it with the Monster
My Shawty pushin p she told me Fire up the Ganga
She say Meet in bathroom & bring Ya Anaconda
The way
P man
How you doin' man? My name is Frankie Anto, man
But my friends, they call me Frank B
Oh word man? Nice to meet you, man
So yo man E, what
P man
How you doin' man? My name is Frankie Anto, man
But my friends, they call me Frank B
Oh word man? Nice to meet you, man
So yo man E, what
(yeah yeah)
You see me for street
You start to mock (o yeah yeah)
The Hustle get em story e o
A Stitch in time
Go save your nine
(Yeah Yeah)
Cause
HOOK
And the twelve step program couldn't keep me clean
'Cause I'm the Bullgod, you understand?
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G, or the P
couldn't keep me clean
'Cause I'm the Bullgod, you understand?
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G, or the P-O-T to the G-O-D
And I'm trippin'
about me I could never press the P (Okay)
But she always wanna eat I can't even fucking see (Say what?)
Never let a hoe get by I ain't never chasing
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
fun
He's not the one
Don't sully yourself
Before your God
But do your duty
By your husband, Todd
And I say
Don't pay them heed
If marriage was good
local friendly stitch shut down
Police round, thirty round, hunnit drum, better run, don't play dumb, this for fun
She want ones, we fuck once, then she
me stronger
You kept my name up out the System
You help me succeed my Missions
That should've taken longer
Guided by you and God's F Intuition
I'm
testin' mah temper
But mah Mama told me to not mind those hyenas
They ain't worth the satisfaction so ah slide by
Until it gets too much that ah erupt then
on the news
Rob a nigga for his shoes
If you live by the gun
Know that you die by the gun
Knowin yo time is gone come
Maybe ya son
Shootin ya house up for fun
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