Lyrics:
than me, I'm better than you
You're all crew, them too, They're getting it to
Everything is gone again, Only this is not the end
Meet me by the water's
says I'm too pretty, I'm way too hot
They're kicking me out cause there's no 8s allowed
No 8s allowed. No 8s allowed
No 8s allowed. No 8s allowed
She'd
hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching two by two
The little one stops to tie his shoe
And they all go
My niggas I'll hustle to pay the judge
Got you when I spot you I should pop you
Even the boss was telling me not to
But I won't stop until they get
sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than 8 seconds
Still poundin' in my after life
Laugin' my shit is
sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than 8 seconds
Still poundin' in my after life
Laugin' my shit is
was blessed to meet ya
Put my skills through the gauntlet to test your features Mamba
Welcome to the Lakeshow
I go 24:8 Black Mamba
I go 24:8 Black
the air and that blunt really fat
Walk by a nigga I grab on that ass
Go hit these plays then I go hit the dash
And you call me daddy
But I’m not your dad
a bottle with the messages
These days, fame is disconnected from excellence
Half the time, I gotta ask niggas what they profession is
Ushered a generation
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
like a mime
Surrounded by these squares, they all fall down in pairs, dissolving all these lines cause I don't conform to lies8-bit, 8-bit, straight lit,
And by the 10th The Germans gave them what for
Took the city and they took reprisals
House to house combat the Germans quick retreat
The french must now
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
'll get my air, I'm Coming Up, they try'na drown Me
I won't be easy to be beat
I stand on my feet
And tell 'em meet me at the Beach
Meet me at the beach
won't stop trying
It's Eight Two Six, blow out the candles
I'm making a wish
I'm wishing to banish the hate that I get
Show me the enemies faking
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
inside and outside of jail many times
They the baddest niggas by police standards(Damn)
I'm, dropping bars as heavy as a metal
When these niggas rapping
This a Nitti beat
Here we go again
Bad Boy South
Ghettoville, USA
Block Entertainment
You know I go by the name Nitti, right?
I gotta introduce
decimal, I need seven figures to play the joint
Turn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a joint
Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8
a dumb bitch give me head
Let you know where I'm from bitch
The 8, posted by the gate
Before i ain't had money, I was straight
Ion fuck with none of ya'll
plug look like Razor Ramon (woo)
I'm ain't sayin' I'm the end all, be all
Fuck it, I'm the end all, be all (fuck it)
We laughin' at the list they
)
(Ends meet, ends meet ends meet…)
Tryna make ends meet
Tryna make ends meet, ends meet
Tryna make ends meet
(Tryna make ends meet…)
So I'll be back in
Would you ride then, if I wasn't drivin'?
If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga
Would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I
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