Lyrics:
your trips if your duns come to shoot
Get greeted by a twenty-one gun salute
I keep 'em leery of the deadly '7 MC' theory
Soon as you they hear me, I
Tour from New York to South Dakota
Drink ginger ale or root beer soda
Never get the girls with the underarm odor
Put me on water, I'm a good floater
of violent piranhas
You find another guy with my description
My prerogative is simply to
Annihilate you simply
I got fired from my job, but I gets busy
And I
to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay
Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all
like hell
'Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back
woke up this morning...
UH OHHH!
got yourself a...
*starts with cut of beats from Nas, "got yourself a gun"*
I GOT MYSELF A GUN
UH OHHH!
I GOT MYSELF
start to motor
Tour from New York to South Dakota
Drink ginger ale or root beer soda
Never get the girls with the underarm odor
Put me on water, I
game, never fold up
Just broke on a new bitch, she a cold one
Nigga that ain't yours, you get what you saw
You ain't a real nigga, you a fuckin' troll
said if you don't get your paw off me
I'm gonna locate your nose around
The other side of your head
He said I love it when you get that fire in your
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
conscience
Telling me that I ain't shit
No matter how much cash I sit with
Still gotta ask the Lord for forgiveness
My precious baby girl came like forty
'm goin' soft on ya
I'm hard on my hoes that's how it goes
Bitch, get up off your toes, and get my six-four
My name, you bounced, so you might as well break
It was a Friday afternoon breezy and cool
When I saw this girl on her way back home from school
Sweet sixteen and swaying as she moved
To the zouk
and Bin Laden together
Soon as you get a crumb, they wanna bury ya (uh-uh)
That's why I travel with a semi like Eddie in Coming to America
Silencers, it
said if you don't get your paw off me
I'm gonna locate your nose around
The other side of your head
He said I love it when you get that fire in
to do with it, motherfucker I did it
Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the moon
Cause you don't get sun, you just
You got me close to fucked up, if you think I'm goin' soft on ya
I'm hard on my hoes that's how it goes
Bitch, get up off your toes, and get my
'm your brother
I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
I fuck
yeah
They waiting for me to release
They like Eddie it's mando yeah
I wonder why that woman did that to me with that lasso yeah
I know my last girl
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
caught slipping? Hell nah
Just trippin' off 8-ball
And girls ain't nothin' but female dogs to me
Bitches, I'm sorry for that verse
It's in my nature, I
times
Oh, three times
Oh, four times
And I never got the chance to apologize!
So baby girl, these are two roses
I picked them from your garden
I
Is you rolling
Bitch I might be
Girl he geeked up
Bitch I might be
Yeah!
East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax
the top, yeah Felicia went that low
All on that coochie, we eating it Harry
Givin' back shots, can't dodge, can't parry
Marry your Jane, gotta ask her
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