Lyrics:
Orchestrate the blitz
When we was kids, I thought that corner'll make me rich
It's forfeit 'til I'm torched 'cause that mean more to me than this bitch
Give
ya shoulder before this life is over we Takenover Right.....
It's getting lonely at the top
Ridin thru yo city
Best believe I sent them shots
West there's no good cla**es, and that's what yo' a** get
Not even electives? Not even prerequits?
You mean I missed my major by a couple of seconds?
Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-a-Fella y'all
Futuristic shit beeotch
Uh, what the fuck? How we do. How we do. Uh ha
Triple platnum nigga with the solid gold
hands I was dealt
When I said the music business was all I needed
When I got it I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with
[ intro: fat joe ]
Yeah yeah
Terror squad what-what
Cuban link what-what
'99, baby
[ verse 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus
I'll sale something
Don't tell niggas business they a tell something
Slid by yo lil bitch heard her yell something
Slut head wouldn't shit she a fail
Yo, yo, Wu-Tang Clan, still fatter
Off the datas, for, my father gonna get home by now
And Uncle Justice, we gotta hurry up
Do this video, Wu-Tang
a nigga back like that
Flossin' around when I'm up in these streets
Knowing that me and that nigga got beef
(OK girl) Yo, what I did was wack
But don't
best to raise us both
Foster care, that cross you bare, few may be as heavy as yours
But I love you Debbie Mathers, oh, what a tangled web we have
THROUGH YO THROAT
BUCK SHOT
RIDING SHOTTY
I GOT BLOODSTAINS ON MY BELT
I SEND SHOTS
LIKE I'M GOTTI
PUSSY BOY BEST PACE YOUR SELF
I FEEL LIKE CLYDE
I'M
Yo, yo (check our situation)
Yo, my men and my women
(Yo) Yo, yo (check our situation)
My men and my wom-
You need somethin' unexpected, some
Ninety ninety motherfucking 1
NWA's back in this motherfucking yo
Takin' out all you commercialized ass niggas
And we're on this lay back track
not hip-hoppin
So you best stop jockin at the masters
MC's, you like the way we swing (you like the way we swing)
Yeah, cause America, likes the way we
a nigga back like that
Flossin' around when I'm up in these streets
Knowing that me and that nigga got beef
(OK girl) Yo, what I did was wack
But don't
cheatin' (?) Some rejects
Even though we make the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, that was given to me
A rich-ass bitch that's what
Yo, yo, yo, yeah
Hey Hit, that's some nice new pieces you got
Bracelets, trinkets, and necklaces
Yeah, yo
Real shit only, yeah (make some noise)
I told shorty hop in
All my niggas on go
Count up money I win
See the best in my foes
Drinking liquor with a ten
She pull up to all my shows
She
From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend said she used to fuck with Usher
I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her
(She
[Conversation]:
Keep everything on
Blaze always
Nigga this only nineteen thousand
(yo check this shit out)
I want my thousand dollars now
I
gotta keep it mafia like John Gotti (gang)
AR with some titties, it look like a Tommy (grrah)
Hella wave, we the wave, bitch, we is tsunami (ooh)
I can
rock this place
One for the treble, two for the bass,
Come on everybody, lets rock this place
Doggy Dogg, you are the best,
Rock this beat 'cause
Yo Gotti, I am
Can't enough of the price
Imma tax you, Uncle Sam
She can't get enough of that camera
Since I put her on the red carpet
Can't get enough
(Where are you goin' to) Uh
Aye yo what's goin' on y'all (nothin') whats up?
It's a few things you should know so let's touch up (okay)
I was once one
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