Lyrics:
bust in hoes that only 14 years old (shes young)
Doin drive by's in fuckin pink caddies
Tie you up and beat you worse the L L Cool J's daddy
This is
insuring they car
Attracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car
We got too much green, and that's real by far
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
these by ones just hunnids, 50's, 20's, 10's
Driver do it for me FaceTime look momma no hands
I stay rocking coats cuz I was always in the Trench
I make
about now, its all mine
Yo, check it, check it
It seems as it was just yesterday I was doing po'ly
Surrounded by jokers that couldn't do nothing fo' me
I
(sip that paint) and drip that paint (drip that paint)
And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)
6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt
up with tha bitch
You know what
And I ain't sorry
Live by one love in this streets
And I ain't sorry
Ceasser wey go loose guard
And I ain't sorry
watch ya gyal
Yuh pum pum a jump like a frog for a john
Cause me fuck you so good you say "Oh God
Oh God"
You cum just by thinking about how me
Ram it
You can't scare me with no bullshit threats, I ain't afraid to die
Chorus 2X
Verse Two:
The world is on some old new-improved shit
They building
and neglected by my peers.
But now I gotta go on all I know,
phuck it I'm a call a ho.
[Bridge]3x
The spot I'm hidin' in is not tight,
be -P-D see me
spotlight.
insuring they car
Attracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car
We got too much green, and that's real by far
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Naw, Amsterdam, I got it from the hemp man
Bought the weed 'cause I love what it do to me
Five o'clock in the traffic and I be fiendin'
Without the bomb
If my sister tour bus, ride through your town
You're gonna have a problem, tell 'em Lil Mama
Uh uh, no way, you can show me how [x3]
You can
a standin'ovay
Clap until your up and open
Daddy bring the heat out
Someone leave the oven open?
Bitch who you kiddin'
We be hotter than a sun blaze
So
my time to hit ya'll with a new style of|Rhyme, This is Hip Rock, it can't be stopped.|Bomb tha System, Straight to the top||Remember Ice Ice Baby,
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
and they kickin' the bucket
This ain't a joke we got bombs on command, makin' illegal plans like we hang with the Russians
If I start blowin' up all
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
in a room full of murderers they be dead by the mornin
Chorus: repeat 2x
Rap guys
Listen to me, Listen to me rap guys
Diss Bizarre you die
Seven days deep in a smoked out haze
D-Loc rolled the T, Daddy X is in a daze
Smoke don't fight it, I watch your eyes
Surrounded by abuse and our boy is
a vendetta
Get Saddam by any means and make man chedda
In 4 years you grow 600 million
The bush family
Oil tycoons
They're worth billions
You even pissed
like we told you
And add it up, Uncle Sam don't give a damn
Sellin' you the powder, now can you tell me how tha
Hell you expect to excel
By killin'
[C-Murder](Talking)
Say Bass Heavy brah
Turn that shit up ya dig
De one here, ya muthafuckas ain't bootin up on tha flo'
(yeah boot up nigga
[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Fuck these hoes, it's the re-do, you know how we do
Every Single Bitch y'all
From the Psycho Active album, by my nigga X
do
Your daddy was fuckin' you now
Ya'll even she fuckin' your boyfriend too
Your moms she was the bomb makin' me cum on the late night creep
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