Lyrics:
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
hah, one shot, I'm through with ya
What's beef? Beef is when you need 2 Gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets
Beef
x2]
[Trina:]
I see the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol' ass thick ol' thighs
Mrs. Trina baddest bitch that's right
Diamond
And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night
And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? [Cam: Ya
stacks
Watch I make it right back
And my Uzi all black
Walk around with the MAC
It was really nice to know ya
But I see right through ya
Now my crib
type to be pulled down, ya know
Before I go out I go blow-for-blow
So tell those hos that sittin' there waitin' by the phone
That they
thangs
And make me leave ya,
Or mistreat ya and you don't want that
Don't hesitate, I could make you great
Like Cleopatra Jones I could set you
One lil, two lil, three lil G's
Hangin' on the dope spot slangin' they keys
Four lil, five lil, six lil cops
Leanin' in the cut, 'bout to get popped
(echoes)...
Will:
Big Will for the Y2K, ugh
Verse One:
Feel the Earth tremble, see the skies turn red
Eclipses, shooting stars, turn ya head
Volcanoes
'm good, what they tell ya? I'm good
What she tell ya? I'm good, what you see?
Two hundred dollar jeans with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell
Gun up
Plague by terror, in war we specialize
I
Create fuckin' wars, yeah
PT Mob the gang
RPG-18 militia shit, block stained
Runnin runnin runnin, oh
(come on)
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it low, then you bring it up slow
Whine
Do me and get away
I got a glimpse of your license plate
N-W-A."
[Chorus: x2]
She was Chubby and
Ready to Rock
Naughty By Nature and
Part
overtime No more Evil Paradise We party overtime(x2)
And this will belong in time, can ya feel tha painz of our life
Been in wined, and ya thought
Cause I'm mesmorized by ya hips
I need some private time with ya lips
She from over west music notes over her breast
I stole her from Khalid he no longer
Love
Words & Lyrics by TJ Note
© 2011 TJ NoTE Johnston
BPM = 120
1ST VERSE
First there’s a melody ... then add a bit of me
If I could be someone
stop
Mic check y'all
And ya don't quit
Verse two
'bout to slay you worst than the first verse
Packin' my purse but yo without one curse
I
I gotcha, ahh-ha-hah
You thought I didn't see ya
Now, didn't ya, ahh-ha-hah
You tried to sneak by me now
Didn't ya, ahh-ha-hah
Now give me what
Wooo!
Come on, huh!
Woo-ooh!
Ice cubes on a red hot stove will melt, and I bet ya
A drowning man's very first words is help, I bet you
If you
Aye PT a big kappa mhmm known stepper
Hot nigga mhmm trend setter
I'm hot when it's cold step out in bape sweaters mhmm
Aye chase know me by name
that bitch off the chain
Yeah, ya'll niggas know what time it is
PT in the house (nigga)
A yo and this is for everybody bustin' bottles
Give me a P, give
to realize,
I still have two strong legs, and even wings to fly.
So I, ain't a-wastin time no more.
Cause time goes by like hurricanes, and faster things.
the Range Rover, the Beatle (uh)
I'm in New York now but I represent the SWATS of A-Town
When I touch down amid grounds
Me and L-Dub and Redman, that's
what I need in my life!
One, little two, little three, little four
Five, little six, little seven, little hoes
Now calling all freaks that like
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