Lyrics:
(MercyBeatz, nigga)
(Drell's on the track)
Woah, woah
I was getting full of that shit and it was way past twelve
And I been stuck down on my
back
Remember that niggas lacked
Yall ain't do nothing back but make tracks
Suck dick, nigga eat my sack
I shot at all yall rappers real life no cap
Forever we still slidin', I'm with G-Boy, Mr. Go And Get Him
Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it
We gon' keep
used to run track back in high school
Now she tricks on the track right by school
She take the loss 'cause she don't wanna see her child lose
So
like they're drunk
Now umm, back and forth, forth and back
You see he always help me out when I get wreck to his tracks
So peace to Mr. Funke, for
a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor-
Mortis out, I got orders to kill em softly
I wouldn't
Huh? Awww man
That good kush - this kush is perfect
I'm really smokin - DJ Speedy, track perfect
Really perkin - So Icey, we perfect
Well we
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
decks than a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor-
Mortis out, I got orders to kill em
tell me that I can't hear
Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names could neva hurt me Mr. Hater
a key let me blow this track
I gotta pay homes to my P. Way back
How will Lil' Kim are huntin' the rap game
And now the dreams are same, but the game
Overtime cause we tied up
An extra five to get fired up
Pull it together all 5 of us
A lil extra getchu a mile wit us
Think I deserve me
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
Listen to this track, bitch
Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance
DJ turn me up, ladies, this yo' jam (come on)
I'ma sip Moscato
Straight dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin' they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature 'cause
the casa, your god exists
'Cause a lot of chicks holler "Mr. Chopper you're hot as shit"
They say I'm the best at what I do
After me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
in ya track
Well
Gunshot for the young yacht owner
See there's everybody else then there's one top loner
First place is often the worst place
But
him
You say you got them killas with you
I don't believe him i know a gangsta when I
See him lil' buddy and u ain't him
No, no, no and u ain't him
No,
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole Mr. Shadow Lil Rob VMF
On the board for the 98 and it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I the unfadable lyricist
Bringin
to stunt - I don't need to front
There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets according
Kanye's just important
Eins, zwei, drei, vier
Sprawdź jak na koniec się tu nawija
Ja zawijam in da house
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By grać nie potrzebna tu legita
Ale
Whew, hit 'em, whew, hit 'em
Hit 'em, Kpreme (hit 'em)
Lil boat (Lil boat) , Kpreme
Polo Boy Shawty on the track
So I am killin' it
What (gang, gang)
niggas
[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha fucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit,
and I
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