Lyrics:
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
Y’all must not know who I am
I don't get to the spot till 2 AM
Don’t be mad, lil' mama, cuz you not in
E'r'r'body wanna roll with the crew I’m in
They
(Duck Alert)
(Duck Alert)
(Yee-ee-aah)
(Eat your ass up)
(I don't even remember how this happened)
(Eat your ass up like a steak ???)
(The Crew
to tell the family
'Round yo' crew, you's a bad bitch
Yo ass be talkin' mad ish
Toe to toe, shoot the five
Girl, you'll get that ass kicked
What you think
ass bitch with red hair, that don't care
Blazed by the shots and flares
Girl c'mon, follow me, and bust back at police, conceal ya heat
It's a bit
plan two, she gon'
Make that pop-pop like I planned to
Pop-pop-pop-pop
Show me what you got girl
I know you got some moves
I can keep a secret baby
Tragedy, MC Shan and the whole crew, you know how that go
Marley Marl, and my man Big Bo locked up in the piece
And my man Drawz, you know
(Big Mayo
friends say
Never do what others do
I stay making them boss moves
Live life like I wanna choose
Wanna hate well that's on you
I flip racks make it times two
"Just A Bitch"
(feat. Chyna, Too $hort)
[Chorus 2:]
You little punk motherfucker do yo thang
You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang
So shut the fuck
ass
(Anit no hoes in here)
This anit no fuckin movie,
them boys anit tryin do me
Thats why I bust 2 when my shot left from this fuckin Uzi
that's how we live up in the Bridge
You just sit scared cock back the gat then hit a nigga like a bid
25 naw kid you gettin' life
Forever burnin' in hell
jerkin hot ya nigga smirkin
Jack the ass up and down til my back wheels is chirpin
You need to be with me bitch you too fucking bombay
To be on the Shaw
Better not hear you got caught up, I beat yo' ass
You better not run to your father, I beat yo' ass
You know my patience runnin' thin
I got beaucoup
Better not hear you got caught up, I beat yo' ass
You better not run to your father, I beat yo' ass
You know my patience runnin' thin
I got beaucoup
killing mafuckers ain't my only profession
Not after two hours of killing crotch
Hit the sack, woke up early to plan my plot *echoed*
** 4 seconds
[repeat]
[Verse Two]
Queens shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up
[Freddie Foxx]
Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight
Yeah, there`s no
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
about to sneak up on you and your crew
Ya know what I'm saying ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo masta killa I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you
at his girl
I'm fuckin up his world
And she talkin bout his broke ass pockets
These niggas out here cock blockin
cock blockin
These niggas out here cock
into some ol' nasty shit
Live if I could decide to try, don't play me bogus
This ain't no spin move and I ain't got no time to lie
Tell your girls we
woo)
Hair long, ass fat, shawty mean (Flocka)
That girl look like Halle Berry when I'm on them beans (rollin'!)
When I hit the scene, girls yellin'
Got you counting from on to ten
And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind
Cause you can't mess with the lyrical master rhymes
Send
ol' nasty shit
Live if I could decide to try, don't play me bogus
This ain't no spin move and I ain't got no time to lie
Tell your girls we gonna be
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