Lyrics:
neighborhood
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
that's my dough you're trappin', I'm clappin' your way
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they
and the chopper triggers
Even them alphabet boys can't stop a nigga
I pimp tight with that hoe off in the wind
Boy
I gets loose like I'm fresh up out that pen
Boy
, and now I'm rapping alone... here we go...
I'll take an art and convert it to a busness
If it's the only way I can get you fuckers to listen to it
I'm
waaazzzup
Waaazzzuupp
Like waaazzzup
All my boys get to it
10 different yings which one we choosing
Tuesday night you coolin'
With shorty kick door straight
write'll get your pussy wet
It's just a freaky note, from me to you
At the bottom I signed it Playboy II
I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew
Like
a mess
[Lil Mario]
Get crunk or get ghost, I'm jumping off the ropes
Elbow drop like Randy Savage fucking around with third coast
They can't hold me, Lil
Ain't no big gunnin' around me (man)
Hop off the jet we was nine deep
It was a 16 passenger seat (16)
I like the way you been rhyming
One of one, no
to say
I get to the money and be on my way
Stop in the hood and find me a bae
Jump on a plane and I'm off to Lc
You take 45 off MLK and you in South
you look like a fool
[Chorus]
You're looking for some dirt,
I'm lifting up my skirt
I'm searching for a light under me in my purse
You always think
up a track but I ain't got gains
Bitch you know my name
Bitch I'm Xomboy
Coming from way out deep up in Maine
To go insane with Tyler and our cross
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People still
the breeze before I lift
Your feet off the leaves
Now you eager to leave get back in your seat
While your lady feelin’ on my
Meat like a catholic priest
Like
what I want
And I thought you was with me, like how you get sensitive?
I got this God power, that's my leverages
I got this Holy Water, that's my
Mack]
Get your dogs off me, pimping
It ain't no slipping
I'm running 'em on ya
MC Mack from the Killa Klan click
Got haters sick
Like they had
some shit just like a number two
So he need that lawyer money, plus that Sig Sauer money
On his second body so you don't want to war with money
Paulie
much to me, I just wanna give right back to 'em you know
When 16 ain't enough, but I only get 16, that's like a cage you know
When 16 ain't enough, I
don't...
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad he sees
Just like him best the other way
Spider web (repeat 3x)
What Ray Charles said...
In Ray Charles head
All I
face
Trying not to break down
Just another day
Left me feeling like
I don't wanna break
I don't wanna break
Break down
I'm well practiced with my brave
(that's crazy)
"But fuck all that, I'm tryna get you out the pen'
The lawyer told me we can appeal that and win
You got a good chance, we gon' fight that
trying to keep my head up but my load is getting heavy
It makes me want to do like Sicx: take some Tylenol and get it over with
But instead I just
past the garbage
I stay sound, I'm speaking out in a homage
I convinced my pain to stay inside with the silence
What you bout to face we bring it out
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