Lyrics:
Drippin out the loud out the loud aye
Whatcha talkin bout talkin bout aye
They wanna hear me now hear me now aye
They try and steal my clout steal my
You never seen a mothetfucker like me
Too high to sight see
Hear em talk spicy but ya threats dont mesh with ya contacts
I'm from a culture of combat
jet black four at ya mami's spot
I'm trying to get backdoor, I demand it now
Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down
'Fore the neighbors hear me over
it we on it dog, ya know how it is
We're with the illest and realest killers, we handle our biz
Let's get it, rahh
[Runt Dawg]
Y'all hear that big
better pick her up
(Uh, yeah I hear you ma and that's all cool
But I'm a go over here and do me you can go do you
Grown folks don't play games they
me on my vacation?
Speakin' on the phone in an aggravatin' tone
Now I know what Michael meant by leave me alone
So I'm askin' who is it?
the slums then you the trillest
Running with ya' day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
A young nigga tryin' make
about a white boy gettin' the fame
They dug out the foundation
Now let me give a demonstration
Say you got a dope group from the hood
Talkin' mad shit
wit' I
I make a million by June
I'm sayin' f*** July
And I beg you to try me while I'm holdin' da Tommy
I'm a have ya body all over da lobby
I
I'll beat you 'til one of my hands'll break
Bricks from the cartel
Stamped with the naked lady
Drum on the F&H'll wake ya baby
You hear the classic shit
your sets in the air
Ya bumpin' them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin' there actin' like you wonder
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
on the under
The oh why got the shit that make Stevie Wonder
So fly do or die give me ya number
Okay KJ make the beat a slumper
He is able no cables bitch I
jet black four at ya mami's spot
I'm trying to get backdoor, I demand it now
Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down
'Fore the neighbors hear me over
been lost
By the time you hear this song
There'll be plenty niggas gone
Talkin' 'bout six feet under grass
While the killers be at home
Now my
on Christmas Eve
Every time I hear that rhyme
I love it even more
Tell me a story
About the night before
[Lil' Romeo:]
Could it be a dream
I think I
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
nigga never gon' fail
Up with that splitter, I fuck wit' lil' clear
Buy me a pack, it's gon' come in the mail
Talkin' so deep, so I know that you hear
Big
I give drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T
No doubt players like me
Recognize the great King Tee, about twenty
got to do with me?
I told ya
I'm not tryin to hear that see
I'm not one of those girls that go rippin around
I'm not a dog baby, so don't play me
your sets in the air
Ya bumpin' them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin' there actin' like you wonder
Take the small victories each time ya get em
I promise they add up and soon you can feel em
Acknowledged past problems, consumed by my feelings
(I want you, baby, You hear me?)
(Do you hear me, baby?)
Now this girl went let up
And I was fed up with all this crap
So I brought another honey home
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