Lyrics:
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]
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)love
knuckle-free
Khujo capital G-O-O-D-IE Mob wit my nigga LJ
(Lil Jon) and ESB (East Side Boyz)
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga Bo Hizziee!
Get crunk in this
OooYa Wit by Terry (Isaiah) Johnson feat. Starling Newsome
Written by Terry Johnson, Theresa Trigg, Starling Newsome - BMI
INTRO: We call
no backbone lil n***a
I call Alfred fore' i make a move wit that batphone lil n***a
Call me Jon Jon cuz i beat it up with my cap on lil n***a
Imma
You Won't See Me Tonight
Aaliyah
Intro:
[Nas] & (Timbaland)
(What?) ever been in love? (c'mon)
Yeah... are you ready? (uhh) for somethin real?
(Say
Lil baby fuego
I need you by my side, babygirl you know you too fire
Lil baby fuego
I wanna get you home, so tell me when you ready let's ride
Lil
the back of the club louder than Lil' Jon
Now don't try to stand next to me (Right)
Cause I'm the nigga they came here to see (Right)
Ain't nothin round
To the windows to the wall I call Lil Jon and he get low
Call me Vincent I get in that van and gogh
Pop out on opp by suprise. you would think he
you gon do to me
After the show Im wit my fans givin kisses and hugs
While you get bodyguard by muthapunks who wanna be thugs
You niggas lyin on yall
Kick One wait Kick 2 let off 30
Thissa 40 im from the 50s i aint Nervous
Range rover hella saucy yeah its Stolen
Kwame who Kwame Kayda bitch you
wit petty thugs
Now you got game in you
Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you
I'll put them thangs in you
I'm a hot lil' nigga
I ain't gotta tell
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run, boy)
some shit i do for fun
Come ask that that but when i'm drunk
I ain't smokin' wit no punk
I'm walkin' in this how i come
You- you can't fuck wit nun of my
yourself
[JON YOUNG]
Ey you might get a lil help along the way
But it's on you, if you don't come through
You can only blame who? That yourself
Ain't nobody
I won't exist
Like who is dis
Fuck actin rich
Bought a bike and a
Whip
Lil bitch
Now who act rich
Li bitch
Drove a whip wit a stick
Lil bitch
INTRO:
Welcome to Orlando/Where the music jam slow/
Welcome to Orlando/Folk we off the chain/
CHORUS (JON YOUNG):
this one right here is for
[Intro]
Nigga, G-Unit Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap shit
Could have a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois, ya'know?
Shit fucked up, but dis how
to you
Big comes through wit
Mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thug dudes
Who's the killer? me or you?
(We forgive you for you know not what
(Winning too much can't afford)
I went North wit it, classy visits, I was higher learning
Drippy Ave, change the weather
Who better?
You?
Never
The winner
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know
going down, December 5th
You heard it, y'all
It's gon' be in stores
It's gon' be the hottest thing coming out the South
Lil' J Xavier, it's your man,
it)
I was responsible for killin' John Candy
Got Jon Benet Ramsey in my '98 Camry
I don't give a fuck who you are
I'll shit on anybody, truly yours
away from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (bitch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade,
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