Lyrics:
listeners in the game
Wish to sing the same
Which cerebral glitch will lead to lane
And this will be your pit
For me to split and bleed your brain
They
How many of you believe that hallelujah will not finish in your mouth
That is what you will be singing for the rest of the year
If you believe that
say on you feet let me find out that big
Old pussy is a beast
So you accuse your baby daddy rest
In peace to the deceased
Let me find out you out
Here
used to be stressed over Dawana
Now a nigga only textin' distress over Rihannas
I'm talkin' tens and better, hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters
And we
Daddy daddy tell me a story of how you took out that wack mc
No daddy, tell them how you beat down that bootlegger
Daddy daddy tell us a story!
[big
And some jelly stuff on her sleeve (what's that on your sleeve?)
Look to this 'cause I had no name tag on my collar
Could be pissed 'cause she's clocking
And some jelly stuff on her sleeve (what's that on your sleeve?)
Look to this 'cause I had no name tag on my collar
Could be pissed 'cause she's clocking
Slained by the hands of the blacks
[ Big Daddy Kane ]
Ooh, the topic of brothers gettin scared
But who can relate it, debate it, eliminate it or escape
fuckin' wit (your twelve year old) baby sitter (ha ha ha)
And all women ain't shit, only good for cookin', cleanin'
And sucking dick and that's it (I said
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
and
Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch
On his skit on his last album
Pull my pants downward
I'll shit on you
(I will shit on you, I
Sex symbol to some, freaky as a motherfucker
I don't need 'em all but I will lick some
And I don't gotta be that drunk neither motherfucker
Fuck money,
go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor,
chestnuts?"
I said, "Hell, yes" she said, "Well, daddy
If I had nuts under my chin
Would those be chin-nuts?"
I said, "Hell no, bitch
You'd have a dick in your
your recognition
be in the ignition first gear
I'm gone
had the best to the worst confess my lyrics is strong
Verse 1: Shaq Peter
ever
Letting you into my life
I promise that I will take care
Of you every day and night
You'd be my queen livin' in Queens
And I'd be your king
And baby
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
danced away all your flair to join a cover band
Bit by bit you auction off your focus
Melancholic, misanthropic, made the big promotion
Bit by bit you lose
on your bitch
And a brand new whip I don't like your type
Daddy told me how this shit's gone be
When you going out there just to grip that mic
When
a daddy so I put a daddy in his face
My mami was my shelter but I broke free
Learning that the streets was harder than I thought they'd be
Wanting to be
- swing beat
Name; Heavy D, so just watch me
Car; Chevy four by four Blazer
Favorite pasttime? Skeeze chaser!
Size; ten and a half, sometimes
to me
Make no mistake
I will weave through the hate
Vision of wadjet
Controlling my fate
Creation a child
Speak my mind it exists
Light
the field (That's more cap)
If you ask me, I ain't with none of that, I just be paying my bills (That's a fact)
But I will hit you like a buffalo (Like
to slay
She'll weekend a nigga
To F U C K
You mess up her weave
She'll make yo ass pay
She hood
Lip like Megan good
Smoke woods
Only fans cause a man
Said
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