Lyrics:
Bloodline, purified, I'm so gangsterous with it
Can't a motherfucker out here breathe and tell you no different, bitches
[Chorus]
[Willie D]
Here it is,
the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men
At nine, I was into crime,
first let me show you something
I possess the Ten Commandments of the hip-hop thugsta
Known as the thief and murderer
First One: Honor thy nigga with
the last ten summers
You know I keep it G, like ten hundreds
I won't fuck that nasty bitch wearing ten condoms
The chain cost me like ten Hondas
2
Van Pelt
And I chuckle when I think damn I made it to that NFL
I just fought for I wanted inspired by Nelson Mandel
And maybe I gave my best, truthfully
to five
Keepin' it real vexed, them panties want to get live
Change the pace up, yo Jimmy turn the bass up
Yeah yeah yeah
[Chorus: x2]
Yo baby
to hand
It ends in two ways,
Both fucking up the plan
Smoking plants, lounging, long way from back then
Bags of sand or Pakistan in my black Stans
I bag 10
My portfolio reads, leads to Don Corleone, nigga please
Ten year fel-eon, heavy on the wrist, our face used
With the diamond blooded Jesus and blind
My portfolio reads, leads to Don Corleone, nigga please
Ten year feleon, heavy on the wrist, our face used
With the diamond blooded Jesus and blind
Bitches [x2]
["Psycho Bitch":]
And I want you in my life forever...
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Yo
She poppin up at the club
Lookin for you with
when the water under yacht
So does the gang
By six like drake
By eight like Willie
And we did it with some gratitude
Niggas ain't G and they not who we
to me
I keep it pimpin so don't talk to me
If it ain't 'bout business, cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire - imitating Slim
straight
You hate, I participate
O '10 Benz with the temporary plates
Rolling to the club, about to find me a date
Shit is simple, it ain't rocket science
MY KIND OF LONELY
Written By: Bernie Nelson BMI/Frank Myers BMI
Produced by: Bernie Nelson
A dim lit bar, a table for two
Sitting there all alone
comprehendin' ya doubts
Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then I'm out
Silly motherfuckas gettin' carried away
But they fuck around with Fame and get carried
playin' myself
Mad dudes with doughs, clock your flows
No X and O's just sexy clothes
Got your dudes with the Lex and the Roves
Striking a pose
But
me never had nobody like me
Bitch a baddie ten ten ten ten
Match my fly ten ten ten ten
Wrist froze ben ten ten ten ten
Everything I do ten ten ten ten
rappin' shit on padlock
You only half-rock, my shit returns like resurrections
In religion, was fuckin' with the fact we only bullshittin'
One two, yo
Loose booty (x8)
Eeny meeny miney moe
Catch a junkie by the toe
If he holler let him go
If he don't, do the loose booty
Loose booty
Skin it
You ain't in my league you
Jokers is poison ivy
All these two faced motherfuckers would
Never get by me
Cause I can see everything that you doing
ha
Big Willie Style's all in it
Gettin' Jiggy Wit It
[Chorus: x3]
Na na na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Gettin jiggy wit it
What you
Yeah 4x4 shit you know what I'm sayin'
Blue Wraith, you know what I'm sayin'
Blue Nelson, Blue tips
Blue tip, blue strip (Blue strip)
Ridin around
Sometimes I wonder about this race
Because we must be blind as Hell
2 think we live in equality
While Nelson Mandela rots in a jail cell
Where
in the Lamb' truck with a thirty on the seat (pff)
Two bands for Chanel, that's a bow on my feet
She a real freak, she'll slap it on the cheeks (hey)
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