Lyrics:
don't know your name miss lady but you fine
All eyez on you and I'm diggin' your smile
Tell me-tell me what they call you? And your number so I can dial
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
Yeah
You cannot work
Your cannot talk just the way you like
To everybody and to the kids who a superstars
Some think that you are lucky
Maybe u don't
Yeah
You cannot work
Your cannot talk just the way you like
To everybody and to the kids who a superstars
Some think that you are lucky
Maybe u don't
While you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chicken heads gobblin'
Shit I'm drivin' in, come
Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style
If what you say is true
The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous
Do you think your Wu-Tang
[Chorus:]
You can bop your head like this (Ha)
When we're dropping bombs like this (Ha)
You can bop your head to this (Ha)
When we're dropping bombs like
Hiroshima you
And Nagasaki your ass for the hell of it
Then tea bag on your bitch, now she celibate
My lil' bro smokin' gas in the electric vehicle
All
hardcore rhymes
When you diggin' out your girl from behind, you're gonna find
The reason that her eyes are closed, Black Caesar's on her mind
Your
pitch
Tie your head in front of the benzo whip
Shit y'all probably think i'm trippin bitch
But i rather trip the bitch
Cause i still love that bitch
Yeah
(explodes)
While you got sit up I was hittin' your ex hoe
Shit I kept low petro your metro
Politics keep the chicken heads gobolin'
Shit I'm drivin' in
Fell out with my dawg he was tweaking had to leave him alone
Smell like a bag when I'm at your function killer kush my cologne
Ran up a bag by Spaghetti
drummer beater
Brown sugar is sweeter beats by Peter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
La la la la la
ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
(Here's to Roc-A-Fella)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and
(Here's
brains
I'm pissed, y'all niggaz shouldn'ta fucked with this
I clutch my fo-fifth, I puncture yo shit
I blast a nigga, plastic bag stick a nigga
Got love
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
me, Aquarius'Killa
That nigga I chop 'em Kenobi
Obi Wan, Star Wars
Killing these niggas im hard-core
Project to Pat, Nigga it's back
Denzel the Curry
stack my grants in a hill
So you better set the *?backra?* or ya head'll splat
I smiggity smoked the pot that called the kettle black
Provoke and get your
the Hill create
I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy
Now I'm fucking with your head, and you realize that it's tricky
Got you paranoid,
The beginning or the end
So people keep your head to the skyyyyy
(singers in background over interlude)
Shake that load off, shake that load off (16X)
on your head say the story
As you downplay your glory
Cackling, helping the shackling of your brethren happen
Just by rapping
Liberator
brought it out of his brother's bag
Thus did we plan for Joseph
He could not take his brother by the king's law as a slave, but that was the will of Allah
wishin', boy
Go'n head
Swing your sticks, throw the door
Granny longlegs
Yeah, he worryin' 'bout his ho
That bitch in my bed
S-L-IM-E, these niggas heard
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