Lyrics:
[Intro: Bizzy]
Don't let the light skin fool you nigga
This your real homeboy
Lil' Bizzy the Kid, is definitely in the motherfuckin community
As I
still a thug get bump
From slow pokin' to locomotion, hittin' bunnies, for threesomes getcha buddy
When I'm feelin' scummy I love to cut, 10-4
Thick
No matter how thug you be, you boring me, but i just gotta love you mo
give you what you came here for, hit it and i’m done wit it
i got a lil thug
Yeah
Bitch
Mr. Beretta 2, don't fuck around
Yeah
Stormz got some hits, b-boy
Yeah
Yeah
Look
I tell them pop out
I call up some hittas who pull
can't be no thug
I can't have them knowing I was out there selling drugs
I love my lil brother Tiny too
I don't want him to feel like he left out
Know
Comin' out hard, they call me Mr. be -I-G
But not because of my size, you better recognize
I'm do or die, when you talk about my green guys
Warn
give a fuck if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil
this bitch
Lil baby I'm a thug
Playa walk in this bitch
Playa walk in this bitch
Playa walk in this bitch
Lil baby I'm a thug
Am I Mr Anderson?
Am I Agent Smith?
Am I Mr Anderson?
Am I Agent Smith?
I don't have time for the fake friends
Fake love Fake energy
Keep it real with
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make
attention (attention), while I beg to differ (differ)
They nervous when I'm lurking and your body be stiffer
I plot by myself (self), my thoughts so
shit and brought back again
Uh
She Just Want a thug she don't want no love
Body goin numb when we off the drugs
I just wanna fuck I don't wanna Cuff
Playing Lil' Kim's part off The Benjamins
I ain't a player, I just wear Tims
No need for gators, my feet can't swim
I'm in Reno, Nevada, sippin' a pena
gon hate on me
But god know I'm thug so
You know lil' boosie go and get skeet
Now god know my situation, he know what I be facin'
He know I'm so
of the bitches that dubbed me back then acting different
You ain't want me before
But now that I gotta lil bread they acting like they miss me
I know what you want
Pole
Too cold to hold lyrics froze my wrist and my hoes
Number one Thug Lord, fuck wit us!
I won't lie the whole world gonna rush wit us, tell em
In the back like Oprah Winfrey
Umbrella like Mr. Bentley
My dick be sniping these bitches
I'ma make it rain on her forehead
Fuck you pay me just
a comb
Lil' bitch be hatin' when I slide, cause I cut off the down
Know she be worried bout a thug, cause she know what I'm on
It get real brazy bout
with no lames
In the vip with the chicks and the thugs
They snuck me thru the back
I got my pistol in the club
I got drank by the pint
Gas by the pound
meaning
And I know you Scheming
LIL Burna done got legit now
Bitch you sit on the ground you get on the ground
You ain't talking that shit now
Wanna spit
featuring Bristal Lil' Kim Puff Daddy
[Puffy]
As we proceed
To give you what you need
B.I.G. mutha fucka's
Lil' Cease
featuring Bristal Lil' Kim Puff Daddy
[Puffy]
As we proceed
To give you what you need
B.I.G. mutha fucka's
Lil' Cease
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
This my season and these haters looking salty
Surrounded by all this pressure can't seem to get it off me
Wax on wax off just like Mr. Miyagi taught
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