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I've got some sick shit right here, if you could-
I hooked my turntable's through a wah-wah pedal
It's called the tweak scratch)
'Cause nobody
all by yourself
You hit the city, it swallow you whole
Why'got no friends darlin', t'satisfy your soul
And then the sidewalk ends, lights all red,
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
Beatin' on the ding dong all day long
I go around just singing this song
I got a gal, maybe two or three
Beatin' on the ding dong don't bother me
the hand on the watch
To the, tick-tock, ya don't stop
To the, tick-tock, ya don't stop
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 'til the new year
already know that
You already know
Come on down to Florida
I got something for ya
We could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh ya
Guns in
in my mind somehow
I've just got three lines
And a pair of two's
Like a lucky roll of dice that you
You cast
If music could talk!
Which means
faster things
You don't need no gypsy to tell you why
Ya can't let one precious day to slip by
Well, look inside yourself, and if you don't see what
I want to go higher (x3)
I want to go higher (higher baby) (x2)
If I ever get down in the dumps
Short of a dollar nothin change for months
It
on the edge
Got one in the head.. plus a niggas Fed.. 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby.. 3:36
[Ja Rule] (01)
Ya'll niggas
ain't fair
If we're gonna do this
You'll have to give me something
You're teasing me
Just set me free
Unhappily
Casanova, but I told ya'
Just
thirty-six
Ha ha, only if she's 5'3
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
Damn Gucci Mane, you so unruly
If I'm standing in ya way, then pussy nigga
Come move me 10-17, yeah that's my movement
Got 10 young killers on the back
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
don't know if it's a car or Jeep
But she ain't really trippin' 'bout it
'Cause all she know is she with Meek, this shit get deep
Shit, it get deeper
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin' with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh
Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her
swiftly on the first and third
Stick by ya nigga ride or die fuck what ya heard (fuck them ho's)
Would you swerve on the positive side
If a nigga get
(Bring the gin) got the juice (bring the sin) got that, too
Whoa, just shut up know you're my favorite
Am I
Warm enough for ya, outside, baby, yeah
Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love
Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub
G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it up
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
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