Lyrics:
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin
to stop shop, got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
Big ole heat ar-15 on me
I'm a young intelligent nigga, I was raised by real OGs
If I snap I put my dogs on your head boy say cheese nigga
I been
they call official
You a bitch without all them niggaz with you
I call a spade a spade
Run dis back when that monkey itch you
Four cornered rooms
of the story, shawty I don't need you. [2×]
Vrs.2
I put my pen to the paper for the kabillionth time. All this litigation impeding upon a nigga'z grind. It's
word is bond
Can't wait to put my niggaz on, what, what?
Chorus: (Puffy)
Nasty (Envision dreams of passion)
Going through my mind (And all the while I
gettin steamed
Gotta find a way, to get accepted by my peers
So now I'm sippin on beers
Buyin new gear, nuthin but the best
Forget Levi's strictly Polo
or
Should I say their team, now I'm gettin' steamed
Gotta find a way, to get accepted by my peers
So now I'm sippin' on beers
Buyin' new gear, nothin'
convict like Gotti
Back again ta spin that looney kid rocks the party
So all aboard my train or git soaked like sponges
by the rowdy, rough riff-raff up out
Got the four fifth
Up in my back I ain't losin
Feds hop behind me
You know we going
Lose em
Ain't saving a hoe
Cuz all these Hoes is choosing
Beam
niggaz don't have my shit laced
No question, little did you know, you came here for confession
Cross-examination, my organization stack figures
the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill
You for it, images without no coke connect pills
We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know
a potna off the stokes
Toke and get thrown, before you get smoked by my Fo' Fo'
Hollow point yo 0's and families with the casualties, began the show was
on the prowl, my stomach growl, crushed by the crowd
Rush through Loud Records, drop mushroom clouds
I'm not a rapper, I'm spellbound, I melt down
Your G-Force,
in my pocket, the rental was stolen, tapping pockets
On the local drug dealers, just to see what they holding
I know, niggaz with crack viles stuck
by like four
My bro got a stick and you know he gon' blow
Talking to much shit might kick down your door
Feel like lil' Sammy I'm ready to glo
Cant go
like the E was finally caught
My gat wouldn't fire, the shit wouldn't work
So, y'all know what time it is
[Repeat x4]
["Nobody moves, nobody gets
bout to end
I don't give a fuck
I ain't scared to die, niggaz put that on Chuck
Verse One:
Put me in a room with four gats and four clips
Aimed at my
the running, I'm gunning and they're ain't no way they going to miss you
M.O.B. are my niggaz, and when we come, we come hella deep
We stomping your ass
A room and a meal
And a garbage disposal
A lawn and a hose'll
Be strictly genteel.
Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Reach out your hand to the girl in the dog
nigga Reemo
Screamin sky’s da Limit shotout my Nigga Beano
Screaming Free my niggaz shotout my nigga Skeemo
Remember Sunny Dayz watchin da Green Grow
on the block it never shut down
Bitch i been the plug wat do u want now
If i static then we run down
All my niggaz scoring issa touchdown
I got all the haters
Below's upon the feet
Now Adam 12 got me in this 20/20
So I'm double oh seven about my four one one
Seventy-four catch my eighty-three degrees of heat
TRACK
I REPRESENT NEW YORK
I GOT IT ON MY BACK
NIGGAZ SAY DAT WE LOST IT
SO I'MA BRING IT BACK
I LUV DA DIRTY, DIRTY
'CAUSE NIGGAZ SHOW ME LUV
THE LADIES
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