Lyrics:
Club up Thugs.
{Manny Fresh}
Nigga like thiiiiiis.
{Baby}
Ridin on twenties.
Memphis and New Orleans we gonna show you how we do
Club up Thugs.
{Manny Fresh}
Nigga like thiiiiiis.
{Baby}
Ridin on twenties.
Memphis and New Orleans we gonna show you how we do
Club up Thugs.
{Manny Fresh}
Nigga like thiiiiiis.
{Baby}
Ridin on twenties.
Memphis and New Orleans we gonna show you how we do
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Oh my God now it's a shootout
Take his roof out
Make em dissapear
Bring the news out
Killers in your section automatic with the weapons
We gone
the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down
I got a vendetta, who make hits? My hands better
The flow is money like I wet up the bank teller
The tattle tellers tell us we lock it, that's
NO PITY LYRICS
I am a beast coming up from the east dog without a leash I’m released how can I be locked down New York City home of the Grimey
your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find
good teller
More focused on the Teller machine
Willing to send automatics to cause disparity
How bad can the devil get, you ask me
I flip and pray to God
the Octagon
I spit the fire til it burn down Babylon
Take a piece of America back
You will learn
It's called truth
Death by suicide bomb, protestants,
now is lavish
Day one's by my side shit, cashing checks automatic
I cash my check and deposit, whoa
The Civic is whipping up mileage, yuh
The Rari is
and New Orleans
We gonna show you how we do this
Y'all Know the motherfuckin score bitch
Y'all boys y'all boys ain't ready for this
Hot Boys Hot Boys
Mexico, in Moscow, the Mafia,
Weapons inspectors leave Iraq, terror in Bogota
Water shortage in the West Bank, New Guinea tsunami,
Ethnic cleansing by
congratulations
It's a crisis needle to they arm
But this ain't vaccinations
Rather tat the situations
American Greed, mathematics and the calculations
New soul,
can't push along, with the Ak song
Because thise shit here's the bomb!
Chorus
[Verse 2]
I catch wreck like an automatic tec
Ripping rhymes as if it
insecure niggas
Feelin' like the old Jigga, old Nas, old Big
New 'Pac oh my God, he's alive
He dropped bombs on you intellects
Bombin' everythin' from
The rainbow warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in
New Zealand by two bombs.
Live aid rocks the world for the hungry,
A policeman is hacked to death in London,
I go by NasColdChain
I slide thru on yo block let the 4 Bang
Bellyshot I can tell you ate Lo Mein
If I shoot boy you better get low Mane
You not
the kuh
My new bitch gettin' fucked in the butt
Ridin' by the trap see me sitting in the truck
Niggas say they coming threw but they see me strapped up,
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
of the click, you go down
Yo it's the cartel, B.A.M we off the scales
Makin' money off the books cause we crooks droppin' shells
Bomb threats, AKs and nine-techs
was sent by his Master
But that topic's too deep for your ear
Here's the science you can comprehend clear
Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder
time is it?)
well
gal dem a seh, dem waan do it scare dem way
some guy nah no use an intend to pay
by out dem way das why di gal dem stray
widout a delay
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