Lyrics:
motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
Out of this world
Look, it's ya girl Nicki Maraj
My nigga Ru Spit's getcha (Gs up)
Where my niggas that's gettin' they Gs up?
(Gs up)
In the back and you rollin' your
bother
All this effort just to get by
We're placing the pieces
We're playing the game
We watch as it ceases
Looking back at what we became
No one is
Don't even try to argue
Cause I feel good without you
We both know by now
I've stopped playing games by now
And I evolved into a true savage
Who doesn't
it's the files of the MP3
Gottin me to spit the P
Wit about five letter Fs' attached
While you in your ride screamin'
(YO, what the hell did he say?, Man
a game now)
Only your tears give you away (ain't it a shame now)
When you're right where I found you (oh baby)
With my arms around you (oh baby)
Looking at your phone, you see me call, you ignore it
Make me wanna call another whore up
My pimp kicking in, too high for this shit
And man them games
the cup
Look baby girl, that's what's up
Slide by my side bitch house in the cut
Put the 9 on side when I side in the cut
I shake I shook in, peep out
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
no need to apologize
This ain't the destination it's all about the ride
You only get one chance so go and live your life
Time keep passing us by
Why I
number when I'm far away
>From your town
So call me when you have a need
For me
And by the way did you leave in my pocket
This G ????
Ooooh na na na na
The car is European
Cream soda what we put the lean in
Fuck your team, your clique
Whatever you banging
I come through blunt lit, bucket low
Nuts hanging
make 'em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to, I'm clocking that game
Everyone's
what you're playing, you think I'm a dummy
Out all night you say you're with your friends
Dodging all my questions constantly pretend
Now you're feeling
(Yeah, yeah)
Now show them what your made of
Show them what your made of
Now show them what your made of
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, for a real one
thats a no go
Ain't playing reindeer games
Your Majesty's my only name
Better bow down to the king
That means get down on your knees
I'm the King of rap
I'm keeping it on me
You waiting go hate by your lonely
Don't trip off my baby that's all me
Want smoke you can get it that's all free
I love when she
it
Now you out here missing me
You missing all your blessings
Now you want to fuck and make up
But you know what time I'm on
Treat you like a hoe
But I
2, 1, 3, and (Gangsta Grizzile)
Mmm, mmm, mmm (LL Cool Dram, What?)
In a world of women (Ah)
Let's just say that, uh
I love women (Me too)
I was
So I say walk by the Spirit and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh
For the flesh desires what is contrary to the Spirit and the Spirit
I'll take my business back home
So what the fuck you mad for
Your mood like my wallet, so poor
You went out the back door
This is what you asked for
You
on top judging
In your wisdom make decisions and you're not budging
Which is simple cuz the fickle are confused
They're moved by a ripple it's an issue
in to misery
Venom, venom, venom, drench me in your venom
M-A-D, gotta get what you need
Venom, venom, venom, I'm drowning in your venom, now
C'mon,
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