Lyrics:
score the penalty
I don't enjoy so much ko lala
I am the next Eric Mandala
I will never simba kisi
Na JC, if shoot my shot
What, what, Tee Nissy
Pull up
a penalty
See da mob n we moving in symmetry
I just want da fetti let me gone keep it g
Ain't my fault dats yo bitch n feeling me
Disrespect get you shot like
on by)
You can't talk no shit without penalties
Bitch, I'm in yo' shit if you send for me (walk on by)
I'm going to glow up one more time
Trust me, I have
Raekwon, done skill 'em, and then serve on
Gun shot at my car, and he boy, scared, well
[Bounty Killer]
New York, say I, wonder if one day that
So many
Music ain’t make me rich so its all felonies for now
You was raised by foul niggas I give em penalties for now
I'm trying to be humble but I’m
impossible
For the weak at last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin' you, watchin' me
Throwin' rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
Young g we
wish dem boys on my enemies
Everyone pays like a penalty
Drugs was never da cure
Numb da pain then take some more
Play it off den I'm using Force
Gotta
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
daylight
Niggas way off in the game but don't play right
Motherfuckers wanna really check the temperature
Pop pop get rocked two shot deranger
4 5 all day
evade all the penalties
Southern Bantu Peoples Congo is my pedigree
When all is said and all is done i wanna look back and be proud of my legacy
She
and Jones shakes the tackle at the Tornados 40. A big hole opens up, and Raven Davidson is moving to take his shot, but Jones slips by him and has an empty
get a foul, the penalty's pain
Though I got a pen full of poison, the venom is fame
The light changes, I take a right on Memory Lane
And see, a couple
that's just impossible
For the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
sesame
Back away from me cuz I'm takin it aggressively
Take it to the hole in this game, hear the penalty
Feel the momentum try and change by the referee
Cocked! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like
Cocked! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like
the raw in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin'
I said please don't forget me no not yet Girl I still feel like I got a shot with
you Girl you got your place stuck up in my head
You don't know what
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
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