Lyrics:
then
Little snot nose nigga taking niggas chains off
'Yo so big I had to hit it with the chainsaw (chainsaw)
Aston Martin with the snake seats
In
and asked him
You wan take it off your shoulder?
Hand checkin' him in his face
Tellin' him I'm a soldier
I ain't no fucking drug lord
I ain't the type
got multiple phones
Slay took a month to find me
Got multiple homes pop off
My black talons will bullet your vest
(Gun noises) 300 blackout, fully
prime, spitting harder
Looking better than ya'll little niggas, and I've done been here a dime
Your opinion didn't matter since Big heard me rhyme
prime, spitting harder
Looking better than ya'll little niggas, and I've done been here a dime
Your opinion didn't matter since Big heard me rhyme
the sheets let me drop some knowledge
About computer science, let me take you to college
The following are bars a bout some nerdy code
That'll make your head
the gate
'Cause this little piggy must definitely die
I'mma lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil
with the Super Sunday rush
We're trotting to the cot cause your
Style turns back to mush
I flip out the funk off the frame
Now you know my name-
Twist the cap off the bottle, I take a sip and see tomorrow
Gotta make if I have to beg or borrow
Readin' love letters; late night, locked down
your career like Rattyman
If you want to take it further, and it's war
Chop off your head with a saw
I like to see blood and I need some more
Eject
dopefiend, will her with a tint
AK's and vest's
Born in California, killed down in Texas
Ohoh, slow your roll here come the po-po's
Anything can happen ridin'
Wanted by the feds, they got to take me dead
But I got to get paid first
Before they roll me off
In the motherfucking hearse
'Cause I'm living the Thug
was next
And sittin' by the pole was a old ass man wearin' a Rolex
I took the shit and hit the bastard hard
Ripped his pants clean off his ass
Stakes is high like fiends off a dream
Jet streaming having cuisine with
The best seasons
It's the vet season carry a
Vest you know the reason
I'm in
you clear off this weed and I'm high g
Dirty nigga take care of your personal hygene
I can see you
I spy with my little eye
A little man small fry
'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with your gun
Little baby
take that little simmer and turn it into adrenaline
Penicillin could not stop the drive he be giving 'em like mad fours
But fast forward, let's get
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
on the motherfucking set
Putting a slug off in your chest
Cause you didn't wear the bulletproof vest
Nigga ratta tat tat to your temple
Shit is real simple, busting
Twist the cap off the bottle, I take a sip and see tomorrow
Gotta make if I have to beg or borrow
Readin' love letters; late night, locked down
fucking night, come lay that pipe
Take me back to your place, give me that wood, fuck me good, I'm wet as fuck
Take off my vest, paint my chest, and my
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, speak to 'em Jazze)
I (yeah, fly guy)
I'm way more fly than you (That's right)
I'll take your dime from you (That's right)
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