Lyrics:
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
Burl Ives - Mrs. McGrath
"Now, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said,
"Would you like to make a soldier
Out of your son, Ted?
With a scarlet cloak
It's my thing what I bring, I try to do it well
You can bet your bottom dollar that the Tribe will not be slipping
Making hit after hit as we commence
feat. Lil Dreamer, Mr. Capone-E, Snapper
[Mr. Capone-E] *Talkin*
Ay Dreamer you got your tape?
[Dreamer] *Talkin*
Let's do this shit
[Mr
"Mrs. McGraw," the sergeant said,
"Would you like to make a soldier
Out of your son, Ted?
With a scarlet cloak and a fine cocked hat,
Mrs
can do what you do, easy, believe me
Fronting niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating
burn baby burn
Army strategic and I pledge allegiance to the twelve gauge mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leatherface got a big gun in your face
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
Bring your heater, all your C.R.E.A.M. go between us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal
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
[Mr. Capone-E] *Talkin*
Ay Dreamer you got your tape?
[Dreamer] *Talkin*
Let's do this shit
[Mr. Capone-E] *Talkin*
Snapper you got the guage
Bring your heater, all your C.R.E.A.M. go between us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal
can do what you do, easy, believe me
Fronting niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating
in your
Ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We some Hi-Power riders
On a mission for a come upVatos trippin' and they
Slippin' if they wanna play youngBang-Bang
this biatch
(beats by the pound)
Y'all know what time it is (DPG)
What y'all thought? I wasn't gonna be on?
(get rowdy rowdy, rowdy rowdy, what?)
Here
And maybe we can be better friends
Perhaps we'll be closer
Be the thug in your life
Baby, and you'll be my soldier
And I know it takes some time
And you
a soldier to be inlisted
Listen, I'm gonna take your mind, your body and your soul
On a whole lil' trip just don't loose your grip
Wait a second (Wait
ain't hard to tell
The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop
Place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze,
your mind a curve
While I'll be blowin' up the scene
Like my nigga Mr. Herb
Take a toke as your heart goes full arrest
I got the bomb, so nigga, fuck
of the nation
Mr. President
I will ask you about the war
Really and truly what is it for?
When an I-E-D mix soldier form dyeing for stuff above us all
Is it
ain't hard to tell
The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop
Place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze,
to rush you, girl
But we should be body to body
Body to body (Mr. Hood)
Body to body (yeah)
Uh, picture your body soakin', bath water
No panties
the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas
You're quick to talk shit I'll whoop your ass, nigga
Then watch me blast, nigga, 'cause I'm the last nigga
You wanna
remember that Big Capone-E with an E is here to stay
And in the end I'll be the last man standing (last man)
Hah Hah Hah Ha Hah Ha
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