Lyrics:
In that fast lane
Let my chain swang
The blue and the green is the same Thang
N I'm posted on that corner wit that Thang thang
N you can't come
you can find me with the finest hoes
Choosin' which whip to drive by what match my clothes
I got a fetish for the stones, I'm heavy on the ice, man
This whole game
You know
So lame
Your flow game
Has no flame
Its cold
Every time I see a rapper walk by
Chin high
Thinking that he so damn fly
And he be
feel them thangs
If you want it, you can get it baby
You know you need to get low
Duck Down! (Duck Down!)
Yea we gettin' set to get rid of y'all that's
got pity for you lames
Sitting pretty in the game, in the city that I claim
Yo, the city is mine (Which one?)
T-O-R-O-N-T-O
D-R-A-K-E that's me
got pity for you lames
Sitting pretty in the game, in the city that I claim
Yo, the city is mine (Which one?)
T-O-R-O-N-T-O
D-R-A-K-E that's me
The cradle to the grave
Things wouldn't have been so bad
If we got the thangs that we never had
Awww from the cradle to the
Grave I've been strugglin' things
me some paper
My FAM need that paper
We gonna get it by any means
I'm stay straight like a spleen
I'm your majesty, you're the deva
Your after
the night
In the night, yeah
Thief in the night
In the night, yeah, yeah
Trap in the night, I got that fire
Shawty standing by my side, yeah
I handle it
through that door
And I can hear exactly what she'll say
Well, has anybody here see sweet thang?
I got a notion he'll be headed this a way
'Cause when
a death squad
Im a f****** gunman
And i'll shoot all you m******** that try to stop me
And i'll shoot all you m******** that try to doubt me
Yall left me
got some drank from that boy with that bird
And you know we just hooked up on some syrup
Now you know we gone, goin real strong
I thinkin ride far, I
with
And now you know that I'm talkin' about the boy with rhymes
More rhymes
When you say Young MC, you are sayin' rhymes
Party people, Young MC got
got more RHYMES
Bust it
[ VERSE 3 ]
RHYMES - what are these things that I talk about?
Hear them in the walkman everytime you want to walk about
Never
change up like the season is so tragic (It's so tragic)
Got betrayed by my dawg so I keep a ratchet (Keep that thang on me)
How you say you down to ride
It ain't nothing but a Christmas thang
Who ready for the holidays
Yea by the tree where we hang
Santa Clause be the name that pay me
So you all know
Niggas got rips in they jeans man I started that
Hood by air man I started that
Niggas claim they the God of black
Well your name is purple I'm the God
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash
wiv me)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made (I gots ta have it)
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (All my stuff here like that)
Just
to you, that?s what finna do
Girl you in my house, my tongue in your mouth
My fourplay better then ok, no dought
We got our own thing, see you are my bitch
people singin the hook
Got bitches buggin like how niggas be wild in the brook
Look, we street niggas, while you live by the book
Funny nigga, ain't no
Lady be careful, that boy is a dime
Cuz he can't buy a thing and he's got two sides
He may look mighty fine, but he'll rob you blind
And your first
See i was really in them trench's with that stick on me
They gonna to do what to you know who i got my Blick on me
Don't get put on that list like
We can break bread if you want (Aye)
Or you can bump yo head if you don’t (Aye, aye)
One thang for sure, everybody got excuses (Aye)
You can act
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