Lyrics:
to city I'm a menace as I pass by.
Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm A straight up nigga that's done
in, gunnin' and comin' Straight at yo
Deliverin' hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic
of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When
to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
sleigh full of toys
For a whole, wide world
Of good girls and boys
It's hard to sleep a wink
Every clock seems to stall
Yeah
Christmas Eve's the longest
day by day I sit back and pray
My thugs get packed away, in a maxi-cage
They pass away, they went off the casket way
My gats will spray, but that
I don't play ball
But it's me you Want tackle
Got a bad one named
Eve I wonder if she ate
The apple sign into my
IPhone, Apple
Siri telling me off
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there x2
[Mia X]
I'm the bitch that say bring it
street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle
Catch it and why Hollywood
Hansel and Gretel, stepping on the
Pedal ain't talking bout rose petel
But your girl wanna wrestle, take her
To the room undress her
Smoking that pressure
Mad
Doing main road tryna get to the place that I made
Doing up doing up doing up
Mad
Back when me and Avelino used to make tracks
Live and die
other than a Tight End
Had a Washington Hieghts friend
Who bring that white in.
Set up a meeting, Her dude caught a flight in
Sat down at Sole, popped
you can try
But she might just pass you by (irresistible chick)
Blame the others, you don't want her
E-V-E's in yo' life
I'm a good girl
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
hole
Pass through the gates bitch
I ain't pay tolls
Ain't got time to waste bitch, I got goals
And they want to say that I can't make it
I already did
My
on Rampart Street
Drinkin' wine, spo dee-o dee
Pass that bottle to me
Drinkin' wine, spo dee-o dee
Pass that bottle to me
Up in Detroit, where everything's
bust out your pencil
You can do it on your own
Stop thinking that these labels is the
Ones that put you on let's change the topic
Who's your favorite
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
that you cheated
I kept it real with you girl, I guess you was tryna get even
I feel like Adam, you're my Eve, we in the Garden of Eden
How the fuck
Bumrush the refrigerator
Yo Jay pass the Pringles, I want a bit
(Cake Jaz, cake Jaz, gimme some of it)
Greenbacks every track that's what
We're gonna get go
they didn't need
What if you were to see
That Roscoe also works
As an MD
In the hospital
Down the street
So for Ross, it'll
Likely be
Him contracting
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