Lyrics:
You look at me and you begin to smile
Don't even phase me as I walk on by
Cause deep inside I know that smile was
Just for show what you really
and Mannie Fresh
You know we gettin' money by the way a nigga dress
I'm talkin' Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars
to Fran Lewis
Anybody fuckin' with snitches we call it rag rooming
So you can keep that movin'
I mark niggas for death, don't let me start tattooin'
First
a little harder
Four starters movin too quick, to live a little large chicks
on my dick cuz I be the one that's comin
Niggaz don't play they hands right,
of the goddamn boss
I don't make love, baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let's get shit crackin
Always wear a (plastic), baby cause shit happens
She
this shit off, though
Look
The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tell
Fire top from a bitch that work in corporate sales
Chinchilla
Yeah! Anotha Dogg House production
My nigga Meech roll it
Wussup We movin' solo for the 9-9, 9-8, ya heard me?
Too many flees, too many bustaz
on that ass, that's an ass-state
Roll-roll-roll my weed on it, that's an ass tray
Say, Ye, say, Ye, don't we do this every day-day? (Huh?)
I work them
Fast cars
Movin through the night
Your love
It’ll be all mine
Can’t judge
I know I’m your type
Talk fast
You’re the one I like
Oh and I don’t want
bones for the sh-is-irt
I don't smoke 28? 800 for the?
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
You can tell by the shon's that's standin' by
bones for the sh-is-irt
I don't smoke 28? 800 for the?
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
You can tell by the shon's that's standin' by
bones for the sh-is-irt
I don't smoke 28? 800 for the?
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
You can tell by the shon's that's standin' by
niggas sleep
Me and floyd posted on fig
Getting it in and movin' it out
Getting it in and movin' it out
I'm holdin' the heat, he's watchin' the block
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
Bitch I be movin' so crazy, not like nobody else
Bitch I be movin' so differently, doin' it all by myself
Bitch, woah, and I'm puttin' that shit
Schoolin
Intern work year round brick movin
Get to this money shit real in this music
So get it how you want it lame nicca don't confuse me
Chorus:
Here's
liquors or shots
I'ma show you right now the only reason the block is movin'
I got dubs at the price of a dime (a dime)
That's why I'm on top and it
last bitch mad 'cause I'm coming up fast
I'm passin' bitches up like they running out of gas
Your favorite rapper only use onomatopoeias
You don
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
slaughter it
I met that girl right up at my show
Left her man in the crowd on the floor
Out of town never saw her before
Told her, "Baby, we don't got
Flip flops and bottle tops strewn across his hotel room
What a night, what a party what a place, Cancun
Got your purdy little head on my sun burnt
(Bun B)
When I first started back in 1989
I wasn't movin keys I barely movin dimes
Started comin up fiends recognize my face
Started payin off
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
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