Lyrics:
THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
[Verse 2: Missy Elliot
THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
[Verse 2: Missy Elliot
THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
[Verse 2: Missy Elliot
It's All We Have
Poem by Stavros (aka: Poet 168)
Reading T.S. Elliot
After two books of
Bukowski is like getting hit
In the dick by a midget
chose the streets and it's hurtin' my mama (my mama)
I heard the beat and the millions start comin'
I had no money, been locked in the jungle (no money)
THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
[Verse 2: Missy Elliot
crickets and fishes
You gon' be found by a fisherman, act like you Gilligan
Gucci, you know I'm a villain
I beat you up mentally, figuratively, physically
on a beat
or i catch u in the street
bitch i still gotcha hands up
man up
sqad up
i wont deny it
cuz ima fuckin ridah
SHOUT ATCHA NYGGA
pop atcha momma behind
diamonds in this richard millie' hard to see the face
(You can't see it)
Every beat a nigga body' I should catch a case
(Haha)
Everyday i'm in these streets
trippin', trippin' hard, damn near fell (I was trippin', trippin')
Richard Mille in the field, I feel like Odell (mm-hmm)
Spill my lean and niggas sip, I
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
supa fly still ice my whole band up
Still hit cha man up still got my grands up
And rather flowin on tha beat
Or i catch u in tha street
Bitch i still
see each other
Take it to the street, we could beat forever
Me and my Glock always be together
I love my Glock, we sleep together
My bitch be gettin'
do anything else)
Check it out, baby, we're talking to you
Hear this beat, it's done by me
I do them ill beats, ya know what I'm sayin'?
People
Niggas caught fade in the middle of the street
Drive bys done in the middle of the street
Cops pulled up to the middle of the street
Yea yeah sometimes
of everything, I'm addicted, I want this medicine
Gang charge, feel like I can beat it, I got a severance
Four Richard Milles, plus India Richard, it look like
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
battles in the past, ayy
Away, so I can see the sun return once more
Ladies and gentlemen, that there was a young man by the name of Elliot Cleave
You'll
I gotta front
'Cause your a record label guy (motherfucker)
What if I dragged you by the hair, into the street
And beat your ass, and put a boot
an girls listen to me
It is I that you see
Gettin' high niggas be
Gettin' by on these streets
Do or die on these streets
Hit 'em high meet defeat
Wit'
anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
(Check it out, baby)
[Timbaland:]
Hear dis beat
It's done by me
I do them ill beats, Ya know what
demonstrate
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
I'm on that Richard Pryor, Bruce Lee, Muhammad Ali
Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix,
I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice
from the tracks
(Antt did the track)
Free dem boys, free dem boys
Let me show you how life works, guns with the shit (Beat Gang)
Ayy
My youngin' caught a L,
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