Lyrics:
ain't fucking wit us ya hear me
BandZzz
Eh eh
See I gotta live it up
Only fucking wit who fuckin wit me
You ain't fucking wit me you ain't real enough
up wit' ones (Like father, like son bitch!)
All brown paper bag (what they gon' do)
Fill it up wit' ones (Angel on the beat)
Fill it, fill it up
up wit' ones (Like father, like son bitch!)
All brown paper bag (what they gon' do)
Fill it up wit' ones (Angel on the beat)
Fill it, fill it up
up wit' ones (Like father, like son bitch!)
All brown paper bag (what they gon' do)
Fill it up wit' ones (Angel on the beat)
Fill it, fill it up
up wit' ones (Like father, like son bitch!)
All brown paper bag (what they gon' do)
Fill it up wit' ones (Angel on the beat)
Fill it, fill it up
up wit' ones (Like father, like son bitch!)
All brown paper bag (what they gon' do)
Fill it up wit' ones (Angel on the beat)
Fill it, fill it up
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
it, after that swallow it
Stand by baby where you at huh?
Raise ya hand high
You dont suck, what? that's a damn lie
Got red rye my man ride my fam
wit me
So they cannot catch up wit me
They been tryna get me but I'm riding through the city wit a hundred angels wit me
It's about to be a miracle
My
the heat man
Dig it the MOB baby
I'm so hurt!
Fa sheezy
Fa sheez
I fold the cash then I
Hit away
Jus' a thug fo' the money, no love
Hit 'em up wit
I'm fixin' up a 60 pack, wit a kitty cat
Mice run around the damn sticky trap
Come on home wit me, where my mother found my crack platter
Threw it
you a little bit of whats on my mind
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yo turn me up
Right there
Yo
I got ghetto tactics
I ain't with the antics
Niggas stressing
don't want no troub' wit me
Dope in da pot come bub wit me
So many tricks I keep under my sleeve
40 cal I keep it right under my seat
Keep me a pole
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
Don't break the code what i live by
In the streets wit it its either do or die
Don't break the code what i live by
In the streets wit it its either
and it's there, it's how you grade it
why you always fuckin wit us?
You fuck wit us we'll fuck you up!
Why you always fuckin wit us?
They try to see us but
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
I'm about to say is straight up
Real talk, no cut, I don't play bout' it
There ain't a price you can put on a girl who knows (uh-huh)
Just what
I’m plugging her socket
Her nigga be knocking
I sneak it to locked it
My Music be jumping
Her booty be popping
She gave me her number
I’d pulled up
Hey what it is pimpin', Slim Thug 'n' T.I.P.
Doing it B.I.G wit' B.I.G (ye a ye yea)
Y'all understand wut im sayin (hey)
P.S.C. pimpin', y'all
Jordan David
MuuuFucka
Look
Shawty got it and she know just what she doin wit it
Got the whole room lookin at her when she movin it
Groove wit it
let me show you where we kick it at
Where ho niggas be snitchin' at, and often come up missin' at
Ride wit me nigga, let me show you where we kick it
swear this love shit strange the way it leave you all messed up
She said, I already knew what it was She said, she done, she done wit my love
(Woo) yea,
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