Lyrics:
off
To the house, nah nigga to the county morgue
(Chorus x4)
You better watch your back
Cause some of these hoes jack
Verse 2
3 o'clock
We've been getting money, we were about child
Gutting niggers, keeping now we take them by their balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
I'm a ride this
Chorus:
Mane Fuck all that shit I get even
My diamonds water the glisten they beamin
Got bxs mad they pressed and they steamin
All of these drugs
tickle that bitch breaking some bones
And if you ever did some foul shit on my shorties it's on
If we wasn't broke with each other niggaz really unknown
breakfast
These nugs from outta space it's gonna leave your ass breathless
Steak with the shrimp shit we used to eat at checkers
These niggas be hating cause
Oh shit, fuck is my watch at? Shit man, fuck
Nah man, nah man, hell nah
These bitches is frontin'
The fuck the shit go?
Them drug gangstas
Yo son,
Oh shit, fuck is my watch at? Shit man, fuck
Nah man, nah man, hell nah
These bitches is frontin'
The fuck the shit go?
Them drug gangstas
Yo son,
the dick hanging out the 4 5th
On my hip make the fuck nigga flip
I'm a bang with the thang
Offset Sean Kemp
I'm working these hoes
Yeah offset a pimp
bones crunch like nestle
Arrest me, Sentence me and lock me away
So the streets can be safe for Mc's to play
By the way, when i spit don't get hit by
Yo I'm sayin, these Ruff Ryder Niggas
Dog
I heard these niggas is for real
Dog. That's my man and them
But I heard these Niggas is like suppose to be
I caught a vibe in a ghost
I caught a vibe in a ghost
I caught a vibe in a ghost
That nigga died about the post
All he want die by the hoe
And can't
the freaky bitches
Fuck 'em all day and fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
(I want a remix again, I think I want a remix again)
(Bad Boy, 98)
You
and bones
Let it verborate, loud as KRS when he flows
Let the verb rebate, moving while the pavement grows
Surrounded by caveman flows while the legends lay
cute
Pull up to the school
Getting head on the side
Got this thick cutie
Right here by my side
All these other hoes
Want a piece of the pie
You got
the TEC, oh, you just actin'? (What you in?)
The seats inside the Maybach
Massagin' my back, I'm just relaxin' (coolin')
These niggas doin' more cappin'
The year '84, November, day 10
Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil jinn
I realize my ideas has spawned for four hundred years
Of blood sweat
The year '84, November, day 10
Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil jinn
I realize my ideas has spawned for four hundred years
Of blood sweat
Double my cup, wait, Wock' on my seat (damn)
Switchin' these lanes, got her face by my knee (her head)
Two-hundred ain't shit to me (nothin', nigga)
I
just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
B****, your f***ing with a dog, all I want to do is bury some bones
Take a piss
that's worth way more
'Cuase friends are kinda hard to come by ain't no tellin these days
We should of seen it comin' ain't no trustin these snakes
But all
of hell wit no bail
Chained up, captive and tortured by the enemy's spell
Who hears my cries from these lonely jail cell
And what do I profit to lose my
with a gun by the groin
And what are friends for
I'm still the boss don't get sent for
Roger that 10-4
Nigga send me, point 'em out, where he at? I got
shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
Faggot, fuck fuck
gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the deceased...
Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws
Wrinkles smoothed by
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