Lyrics:
[18 second intro about the Bible]
[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah (woo!) woo (we here, geah)
see'mon (we ain't goin nowhere, see'mon)
Remix, see'mon
(now,
in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
Oh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way want to baller block
Little do
Remix, see'mon
(now, this is Jimmy Cliff Notes)
(I'ma run through the roster man)
Let 'em know (on Murder INC)
Uhh (startin with Ashanti - owwwwwtch!)
scorching hot
Run the block
Been on 2 Pac
Stay away my mood shot
I'm nice you not
Wipe your nose
I'm sick
Flu shot
Bad girl and I'm making her boobs knock
ain't it ?
Love me, Or Hate me, but I ain't stoppin till I'm on top
I'm screamin' "Fuck the world" like 2pac
Say my name and you might get shot
Its
your backs turned
[Chorus]
Pick up those building blocks
Chop off the baby's locks
Swing dolly by her hair
Put down that teddy bear
Slam
Listen I'mma ball 'til I fall
Spit it like I did it
Ride 'til I die with my
Finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothing
I'mma get it how I'm
pioneering the land
Above the Law status, with a gat in my hand
A mind designed like Frank Nitty
Living large on the Mic
Doing damage for the city
The city
you there by my side, nice
Why would you say you were nice, you toxic And
That's one thing I don't like, don't hurt we
Can slide to the slide, cause
to pour ace in my twos
Now I chill with these jewels
And count up my guap
Diamonds same size as a rock
Bro keep the Glock
And it come straight at yo top
No, No, No (Remix)
Jae Millz, Cam'ron, T.I
(Jae Millz)
Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here
All hoods, stand up
All rude bwoys
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do)
Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block, corners, avenues
still they on top hit ya car we spin the block
You can get juiced just like 2pac we on yo block
Ba, ba lil shorty gimme that opp top huh imma get that za
a head, but ain't no screws in it (yeah, strictly representin')
(money, money, money by the ton) one motherfucker, two motherfucker
(I got a head, but
mashes with the crazy, illest niggas in town?
Killin' willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives
they do is smoke
Shoot nines and bump 2pac
Im not claiming false shit
My reality is unfortunate
See how high the cost can get
Sometimes I get lost in it
2Pac Shakur
Lightin' up the Biggie Smalls, conspiracy theories in the blunt
A hundred years from now I'll be cruisin' in the clouds
A thousand
KRS-one, Big L flows
Son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
Made more money than E1
One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money
x 2]
Bee Bop at the Roc we don't stop
Boom Boom Tang my gang we move thangs
And I put up the Range, the hoopty flow through ya block
Ice cover
Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me
to keep my paper sturdy, yo word G
I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me?
I
the dark
By a creek bank sipping moonshine as we spark
That T a cigarette toke watching that sunrise
That's the ballad of me and my southern pride
It goes C
of red spaids
Good fellas on a rage
Hungry, hungry eat em up
It's a must that I bust
When I'm on stage, on my nuts
Let's get fucked up!
[SHORT NITTY
superstars, this ain't one of them chicks, you know
I got a key right by the brick, I got a chick, her name Christina
Know who to meet when I need a new two
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