Lyrics:
he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the best champagne
It's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
bit
Now I go Spearmints
They give me a free strip
They can't sit in the chair that we sit
21st century kings, believe it
Anything you want out here
You
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits
Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
We got
believe in me label,
Ruthless, and we steady be puttin' it down
Just for the love of money yeah,
For the love of the wasteland Claire,
For the love that
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy."
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy"
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
Sing another song, singing man
Sing another song, singing man
Sing a song for me
Sing a song for me
[P.O.R.N.]
Look, I'm so twisted, so, so
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
An Infinity link
See, that's the strongest link in the world
By far stronger than the Cuban
It runs in the blood
(Buddah, bless this beat)
Go
knot so big it slap you cross your forehead and it left a knot
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn't believe in me
I
to see no blood
Fuck all that asshole and leave
Ya fuckin' head swollen
I hit like floods, better yet
I stick like mud them bitches P-N-C
I leave'em in
The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P
(You must be goin' blind)
Give me
Half of the DJs playing the same Raingurl copy
Mier over the bar or Jewels spinning in jalopy
I'm oddly Perturbed by yuppies cosplaying UK bashment
I
turn it, stick it, dunk it
P-p-p-p-pump it!
I think about you when I masturbate
You can't even believe it but that's OK
On the microphone I
blood flow through my veins
I stand before this mic with a stepped up game
Some things when I look how they never gonna change
It ain't a thing
Niggas
The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P
(You must be goin' blind)
Give me
Believe me, when I say
Before light, there was dark
Where you going, where you going?
Where you going, where you going?
Where you going?
If I
Heart turned cold
Can't believe in no one
Long life rip
How i feel yeah
Dark side and p
What you see yeah
Can't see anything
No one loyal
Heart turned
and the bass
Nobody jump on the stage
R.i.p. Trouble, but niggas is actin' like
They want some trouble today (let's go)
I'ma say what it is, I'm the one
ain't easy son
But I break up rock/Roc like DipSet and M-Easy son
I'm a b L double O D
Hardest nigga since S N double O P
And all this beef got blood
walking on (left, right, left, right)
We the best so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Ooh! they follow me
Okay, it's blood, sweat,
one up to my hood
It's the M.P.L.S. yiggy yes y'allin'
Niggas heard me stomp from Houston to Saint Balling
Callin' to the ring if you think you can
DNA
You get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop hoes, Xanies straight
I got P's, I got weight, I got keys, I got gates
I
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