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And I flat up a sac on strap on the Cadillac and the glove
Could call me when you start shit with the ambassador of New York and the queen
hestiation
Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping
gotta start our pistol
Cause if you right and, know you right, then where's your ritious ways
We sacrifice, snatch your life, many nights and days
to do tha
kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up)
I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew
But what am I do is get somebody new to do it
the sh-, bi-
To think it was you at one time I worshiped, sh-
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it?
Not this time, you better go
Waking up, scared for my life
Never had the heat, just a knife
When the gat go blat (GunShots) like that
Guarantee you it's a wrap, finna put you on your
ways to go fast
I want a push-up bra, I want some satin sheets
Give me some real rich food, I want some succulent sweets
I want you by my side,
front, they say the Tribe can't flow
But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so
Sleep if you want NyQuil will help you get your Z's,
to make my way
I couldn't get where I wanted, due to an unforeseen delay
The man was apologetic as he turned his head to say
Sorry, kid, you're not gonna
this cake dawg
Give niggas a break, nah, you know how the game go
Fuck you think I slang fo', to go against the grain (no)
I'm out here to grind mo',
Mama told me to stay away from them niggas
Mama told me she had a K for them niggas
Mama told me she go to pay for them niggas
But my grandmother
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
cocaine and a whore
With my new found sobriety
I've got the time to sit and think
Of all the things I had and threw away
This prison is much colder
Protectin' the business (go)
I'm buyin' the block new extensions (buyin' the block)
You can not walk in my J's, you kiddin'
You will be finished (you niggas
the party"
Back in black plus a new track
And I won't quit till your ears blow from feedback
When I shoot I never miss
And if I played the guitar I'd
it
He said, "Who snitched?"
CHORUS
Yo, how did he go out?
He went out like a bitch!
So ladies
We ain't just talkin' bout you
Cause some of you niggas
, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see
You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P
I don't know what
one time, killed it sent it back
Wake up and smell the crack
If you've been through New Orleans
You''ve been through hell and back boy
Started
Now I'm lookin' for they family and pile up the war bat
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that
Nigga disrespect me I'mma be in all black
In the streets of New York
Dope fiends are leanin' for morphine
The TV screens follow the homicide scenes
You live here? You're takin' a chance
Now I'm lookin' for they family and pile up the war bat
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that
Nigga disrespect me I'mma be in all black
no stoppin' us, the suckas wishin' we would go away
so they can flood the game with that garbage
I'm poppin 'em, stoppin 'em, any day they wanna get
know I have six kids,
even though they ain't from you,
baby my kids love you.
Kirk baby, you know we need a... brand new color TV,
I know
and that's the bottom line
But I know when there's a drought on the block
You move slow, you gettin' pressure from cops
You don't know whether or not to lay
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