Lyrics:
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
I just send 3 pulls to the face
I ask Ms. Juana what she trying to do today
Fuck a G, I trying to smoke the whole eighth
Rolling PI's, ain't no need
screen to buffer
Grandma got me that members badge
So when I join the chat, your girl's in trouble
We're the new kids on the block
Spitting pop rocks
play about me I'm a boss
Spin your block till they start feeling dizzy (they start feeling sick)
Ms. Pop Shit
Can't no hoe stop shit, I'm way too lit
you're buffer
my nine is buckin' bigger motherfuckers, turnin' men to suckers
Niggas wanna spark a little ruckus
Better duck 'cause I'll be poppin' them
on the block
Mop in the bag, it's long like my arm (mop)
But it's calm (yeah, yeah)
I should be a BRIT nominee (yeah)
But I was a brick nominee
'Member
a motherfucker
But while I'm here my only job is not to see em suffer
Through dopeboys shootouts stickups and undercovers
The world is full of suckers but don't
the block bend it
Clip full of resentment
Watch how I handle it
Make a hit, send a message Ms.
Milllys' the topic Anything else stop it
Bitch, call it
on the block boy I'm out my top
Pocket full of money and my gold teeth shining
La La La La my block is hot
Now I don't know what is Christmas
I just don't
what I eat, sleep and breath and feed
My kids would it fulfill all my family needs (c'mon)
I treat the mic like the block
Fuck with my rocks,
on dinners the hive full of spinners you better stay close to yo bae
Slide
Drop
Don't call no goofy my oops
I'm not the woo but I pop
She For the streets got
for the job
Take it to the Wild Wild West
{*beat kicks in*}
BOODOODOO..
[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {Ms. Roxy}]
Yeah.. (Come on son)
The one
of an addict
My attic is full of opium, whiskey and glasses
Walk with me and see a manic battling habits
Or hiding demons like the face of honey Molasses
While
Ms Banks
Wearing Dior, Yo unzip that
I'll run a man down in Yeezys
Fuck it I'll run a man down in sliders
Bruxelles Bullys, I roll with the gang
Me
yeah
Eko Fresh in da motherfuckin' house
Mir gefällt der Beat wie aus LBC
Also, Junge, check das aus
Besser, du bist Optimist
Jetzt wird dein Block
featuring Bun be , Juvenile, Ms. Tee
First Verse: [Juvenile]
Scraped my elbow jumpin' the fence
Creepin' through the grass
like me
Before I started making Ms I had hits like cli
Been moving like hot nigga, you can call me Bobby
If I said it then I meant it , I ain't saying
My 4 to ya 4 I'm with milli and 3
Only worried bout Ms it's millys with me
Trendsetta hard on the beat how I'm banging my Bs
No I ain't crip but them
featuring Bun be , Juvenile, Ms. Tee
First Verse: [Juvenile]
Scraped my elbow jumpin' the fence
Creepin' through the grass
come wit an army or sum' (An army)
I ball like a starter or sum' (I shoot)
Holdin' that fire like the Carter or sum'
(That fire)
Ten on my neck, full
got flying spirt
Double cup full of Ms. Buttersworth
Brownskin bitch in a tennis skirt
With some rolling papers, full of purp
Couple of bad hoes in
on every car that pull beside me
Leavin' they project full of bodies
I turn that beat to plenty homis
Soon as he come out then we got 'em
We gon' drop
got flying spirt
Double cup full of Ms. Buttersworth
Brownskin bitch in a tennis skirt
With some rolling papers, full of purp
Couple of bad hoes in
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