Lyrics:
I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be
Every criminal mug be living in luxury what the fuck G?
That must be Bugsy in
a Dillinger in the dark diligently
I'm not what you think, I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered
I can't stay away from a razor, I just want my face
play with my name like I'm gon' stop
I only stayed in this game cause there's no pac
And I'm not finished popping up a few opps
Dillinger and Young
It's the illest son of Dominican immigrants who be packing the
Loaded lyrical Dillinger, come at your neck like Dracula
Back with a phat rap, I get
and a gangsta
Gangsta groove and rich, rollin' a cube, and boss up, nigga
Who want want with Sean "Puff" Da Don
Dutch Don Juon with Sean Don, I'm Sean John
The game gettin' fun and everyone wanna laugh
Everybody wanna be a player
Wit' no coaching staff
I'm gigglin', scribblin' game on the paper
Like Master P
Supposed to be, regulatin' in this rap era
Made one error up against the microphone terror
It takes two to tangle
I told Daz, "Don't worry," like Keith
Bought me some heat for my waist
You can tell by my bitch and my taste
Got an igloo for my wrist
I dropped the Xan' in a mist
Cartier frames on my
Yo dis from the old school
Ha ha, ha hah
Ha ha, check it out
One two three (who be the top MC, it's the K) to the you-are, you-P
I'm tired of niggas talkin' shit like "Daz this, Daz that"
Daz' Dat Nigga so you niggaz better back back
Or get clapped, I ain't trippin', got
B. song
I maul fifty MC's, divided just by one
Now who's the greatest motherfucker other than myself?
Droppin' lyrical vitamins for your health,
specifically
Thugged out no sympathy
Pictures of closed caskets
Soon as Daz's get wit' me i'm first to bomb
First there's the calm then the panic
Soon as my
Mr. Yayo
Free to go, so I guess this means I'll see you tomorrow, a
Yeah (yeah), uh-huh
Guess who's home? (Yeah)
Tony Yayo (yeah)
Obie Trice,
2(sicario sosa)
I'm where the killers is
Niggas militant
Never question who the realest is
My gorillas out here really spilling shit
Semi automatic gripping
hit by the car
Focus on what I'm saying and not how Im saying it
Barely graduated capping bout that spraying shit
Ima thug but intelligent
Demons smell
it's the D-O-Gs
The K-U-R-U-P-T and the D-A-Z
Well, ah, you know how we treat hoes (fuck 'em)
Slam 'em on they back like dominos
Oh, how I don't
forget who I was?
The big homie to you, there it is and there it was (there it was)
Take a look through the eyes of a G
And just ride to the rhythm
player
Named Abdul Kareem
Popped a nigga outside the Walmart
And fleed the scene i'm finna do donuts in
A Scat'‚ Krispy Kreme
I just scammed a nigga who
You bring Häagen-Dazs, I got HBO
Laughing through our tears, that's what friends are for
I'll be there for you, do the same for me
Whoa oh oh oh,
the d-o-g's
The K-u-r-u-p-t and the D-a-z
Well uhyou know how we treat hoe's (Fuck Em)
Slam em on they back like dominoes!
Oh how I don't love a bitch
While
(Claim my gang) rep my city
One, two, three it's me (Who dat?)
Baby bobba, I'm hot as lava, I gotta be
Eight bottles, a lot of models, a pot of bean
Top
from
How's your boyfriend, who you really want?
Me, I beat it from the back
No strings attached
Dick walk and talk to Daz
Poke it out and poke it out
Shout out Wiebe on the beat
You know We be on this heat
Okay okay
It's WWM shit this WWM bitch
It's BSF Dillinger
Know how I'm rocking
Know how I
of a sucker 'cause I drop 'em like a hot potato (what?)
And later, if you still be or wanna be a instigator
Daz cross the fader (why?) 'cause no one is
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