Lyrics:
let me say, loud & true
There ain't nothin' wrong with you
Who's afraid of that slippin' through, kid?
It's all about the kids, f'real
Shirley Temple
let me say, loud & true
There ain't nothin' wrong with you
Who's afraid of that slippin' through, kid?
It's all about the kids, f'real
Shirley Temple
is? (You know what it is)
They ain't, they ain't got a clue what we about to do (AZ of course)
What up, Boogz? You know I would if I could
Bring
Oscar, no wonder muh'fucker I'm a (Grouch)
I work around dirt, eyes focused on turf
You tried to hide before your NexTel chirp!
Blaow gotcha, you the best
the hotel (Yeah, yeah)
Pussy good, might buy your ass a bag like...
Got damn, think I met you in the past life
I Got your ex mans mad like...
Got that good
shit
Fuck with my bread and pay your rent
And I got you you got me pass that Mary and take that hit
I ain’t got no friends just family members
Family
Ya don't know who I am
Who you
Let me introduce myself
I'm King Nino
Nino Brizzy Brown
New York
Manhattan
Lower East Side
Killer Hill
Rutgers
up
But Beatrice said he got a fresh package that came up
Why you blockin' us
Baller Blockin' us
You niggas can keep tryin
Ain't no stoppin' us
If you ain't about what you say I can't put you on
If you ever talked down imma prove you wrong
If you were never by my side you can move along
But
"Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X)
"Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery
[Lord Jamar]
Well can you tell me
Yeah, you dig? (yeah) uncle Jxm (It's Dolph)
Ayy (Hahaha, it's just a whole lotta money)
Nigga, please
You ain't got as much guap as me (Uh)
You
a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can take
thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
On the other side of town a boy is waiting
With fiery eyes and dreams no one
thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
On the other side of town a boy is waiting
With fiery eyes and dreams no one
through your city on dem thangs nigga, fo real
[Chorus]
Ain't been to the city in awhile
Now we had to shout y'all down
And if you don't let us
someone
(Someone, something)
Aye you gonna do something
(Try to hide it, like me)
You can try to hide your light
Or you can go shine like me
You ain't
just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
B****, your f***ing with a dog, all I want to do is bury some bones
Take a piss
I nodded at a sermon
Billy Graham barely got through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I'm not a bit ashamed of it
A rapier wit
Kept Serge
daughter, fuck your bit Mike she gets slaughtered
You might think that she imported. Fuck that, man she get it stored
Everybody around me balling and you
you rolling with a broke crew that's tragic
Broke niggas share the same shoes with the crew
Damn that's super tragic
One man's got the strap (He aint no
Helluva made this beat, baby
Haa
Meek, you got your strap?
Ain't nothin' to talk 'bout
Let's get it
I don't sleep on no beef
(We ain't
jockin'
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop
Is your man, on the flo'
If he ain't, lemme kno'
Let me see if you can run it,
Girl indeed I
revealing my dirty secrets man you know that shit is dead
Cause I ain't never telling
Never telling
Never telling
I know we all got them so please quit
because I
Like the windows and looking
Outside and stuff
And I think why the album has
Such a bright tone to it
Yo
You got cum in your ear laughs
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