Lyrics:
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
to come on out and deal with this
Next time they bring up the Gods, you gon' respect us
That lil' vest ain't gonna do you, I shoot from neck up
I ain't
Static, Ben El, Mr. Worldwide
Everybody put your hands up high
Get M's and then stack em (further up)
Don't let nothing distract us (further up
speaks]
Luda: Back up on da scene, back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins I got the hammer in my jeans,
Call me Mr.Fixit, barrel hotter than
Yo, I was going too but we roam, cellular phones
Doc, Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones
Don't condone (uh), spent bank loans on homegrown
Ninja Nicki, where Ninja Man?
I don't need a hundred niggas, lil' bitch, me soon come
Dripped in YSL, one thug and one gun
These bitches gon' bow down
Might cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep
frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho'
(yeah)
Yeah, well
Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?
He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)
Shit was supposed to get me high
pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills
And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields
[Hook: x 2]
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga
I'm Mr. Baller
What's you
still might
Why do I put up this fight? Why do I still write?
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life
Sometimes I wannna jump on stage
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
busting her down crazy
You know me, I ain't on no star shit
I just came to hurt the market
Then squirt the Larkin
Put your hands up, matter fact put
Lil, momma know I like my kisses down low
Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins
Pull up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like
me a chance"
This is a Range Rover, this not a Lamb'
Usin' a money counter up again
I cannot count it up right with my hands
You know my gun, it
[Jermaine Dupri & Lil' Bow Wow]
(Dance) Don't nobody move till I say so
(Hands) Up in the air if you feel me
(And) If you like to party, make
Like the Grinch
It's Wop (J. White, I need a beat I can go)
Like the Grinch, I woke up and chose violence
I got your whole label deal in one
'cause I, pop that Cris
Go up in 3-10, and cop that six
Then roll around with yo cheese
Some of why y'all niggas mad 'cause I drop these hits
Thug ass
don't stop, stop
It's Len and Kurtis Blow
(And we're blowing up the spot)
[Sharon Costanzo] {Kurtis Blow} (D-Rock)
**samples scratched in by Mr
static, I strap tools
Next up!
Yo I believe that's me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony
[Erick Sermon]
Yo p!
Time to rock, the sound I got,
'ma show you how to feel (yeah), but I'll tell you this first
Last supper was my meal, I need blood to converse
Wipe my hands of the deal (yeah), put it in
up)
Sip on some of the 'Tron
I'm 'bout to put a hundred up in one of the thongs
Gotta throw a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill
This lil' money
I'ma live bossy
Way out on Fantasy Island with Mr. Roth. be
I gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me
I'm destined for triple, left hand
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
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