Lyrics:
money
We in the benz
We drive cars
We fuck your hoes
We taking charge
We gettin dough
Yall niggas pussy
I cut your face
I'm in your hood
Every fucking
the readers of the books and the leaders of the crooks
Predators, we eyeballing all of y'all lames
Let me fall off, I'm taking all of y'all chains
All of y'all
the same game
Yeah, we all with the bang, bang
Been a vet, nigga, broke the Internet
'Cause they can't fuck with my intellect
Yeah, nigga, all y'all
what they want to (wanna)
Alright bitches, now show yo' asses
The shit we dropping be sure to get y'all moving (get the fuck up)
We keep it popping,
(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day
Yo if it
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the raw
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
fuck all that)
Right, right, what up niggas, how y'all? It's Nasty, the villain
I'm still writin' rhymes, but besides that I'm chillin'
I'm trying
on the outside of you, girl
And I'm reaping just what I sow
My heart's beating but it still stay fro'
And y'all waiting on the inside for me, girl
And y'all
or miss
Oui, oui, y'all, yeah, Oui, oui, y'all
Arrival of the Carnival
New beats, I never recycle
While your looking for samples
You might get trampled
y'all heard me
I just want to say Happy Valentine's Day
(Every day the 14th)
Can y'all dig that?
Now when arrows don't penetrate, see
(Cupid grabs
in projects serious
And why Y'all call it a project, are we an experiment?
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3]
Yo, I wasn't tryin to be a slave
Or encaged
diss you, my niggas be cockin' pistols
Shot and split you, fuck splittin' the profits with you (what?)
Six percent of y'all niggas is just pretend
autographs for the utilities
Y'all take credit bypassing my abilities
You just here by proxy, you ain't feelin' me (yeah)
Girls don't let girls live, but
a sound
Breathe too fucking hard and you getting bust down
Yo, yo, y'all niggas wanna be killers? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all niggas wanna feel us? (Get
know them hoes love Weezy
Sticky, pimp small, long hair, big dick
Weezy bring to y'all
Don't y'all lip quit
Put your lips on this dick
Let me get on some
y'all treat us
No Doubt! Ay yo, yo
Come here so I can bust in ya mouth
(Ay yo, come on here bitch)
Nigga FUCK YOU
(No, FUCK YOU BITCH)
Who you
I can talk about awards
Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four
And 2001'll be mine, by law
Why name the Greatest Of All Times?
Because for fifteen
waits for no one
I've been through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car chases to court cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being
Weezy
Say he cute, small, long hair, big dick
Weezy bring to y'all
Don't y'all lip quit
Put your lips on this dick
Let me get on some livin'
Spit
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
It's going down going down
Three 6 Mafia mafia
Project Pat y’all know the business
Imma tell you motherfuckers something man
Some real shit tell 'em
popped outta them it's still a fact
So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine
You'll shortly find that this is best for everyone involved
All in
(uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ribs is touchin', so don't make me wait (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Fuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Y'all
can see
I say "Fuck is up?", I fuck 'em up, your supper's up or somethings up
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch broke
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