Lyrics:
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Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and grievin
You was at aws wit them kids till they made it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you barely breathin
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who
It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you
And if you take the shoe,
neega(?)
Wouldn't even give my man a 12 bar feature
I know who you are cause he wanted me to eat ya
I said nah lets keep it peaceful
My nigga was a true weed
blast on yo ass I'm gone empty this clip
Nigga live by yo rep, but I ain't taking shit
When I slip in my disguise, letting you know what I'm about
And I'm
My motto is simply I will not lose (I will not used)
Abide by the block rules, I buy my glocks used
Wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it?
the
Gas runs out (there goes ya Benz)
They just don't make my breed no more
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I don't deal wit the nonsense,
smell it when you're fuckin' wit dank
Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin' wit dank
(Yah baby, I tell ya)
Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank,
'll niggas ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Soft and cornflake nigga ya
[Nas]
First of all this is Nas I'ma Braveheart veteran
And why'all already know who
gutta baby who ain't scared to put it down for me,
See this the remix shawty ima keep the cash coming,
Don't guess who played the track and fast
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
motherfuckers who supposed to be killin' me
Peelin' me, and ya niggas ain't feelin me
Bad news, seem to travel fast
When you on the mask, and all about'cha
big brothers was thuggin', nigga
Look, sometimes you gotta pop out and punk niggas
Like, even if my momma fuck wit' ya, I wouldn't fuck wit' ya
Go
tryin' to sell to a sprung lane
I control ya brain
[DJ Paul]
Now do muh niggas bust glocks fuck wit us Big see
It's the ¿buggaz? of the boat,
(shawty)
Now I ain't rich (shawty)
But I'll spend a li'l bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)
(Chorus)
[Oobie]
There's
on a quest
I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest
so get the Kryptonite 'cause I'm a rip tonight
'cause I'm scarin' ya, wanted by America
(Hey yo Cube
i miss ya this thug gonna miss ya til i'm wit cha'
it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
both
Infamous who rap shit, power moves and connect wit
empire, bless all my sons wit
bank accounts
many mansions down south
Fuck ABT, got protected
War
Niggas got me behind the pot again, man
Fuckin' wit'chall product again, man, you
The Pyrex is bubblin', the stove is broke, fuck it
Use the flame
kid said simple and plain
Let's battle - it kinda took me by surprise
Cuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prize
I said screw it, I ain't got
playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety five wit demo raw raps is knives
To skin all ya'll cats alive
Take your time
the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
Well, I'mma
your gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me
I shoulda been done come wit
the limos wit his vehicles
(Yeah that's the way it go when you got money to blow)
Ho! well then, say no mo'
Just think, I was on my way to the sto'
I got
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