Lyrics:
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
got 99 problems but still undefeated
My dawg turned to a snake by Allah I Seen it
You know the car push to start But we still moving keys
Got A Wide
and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
Clean family fun! (With some tragedy)
You've sunk your savings
They'll sink their teeth
Into a juicy slice! (Or a lobotomy)
Who's scared of a little
4, 3, 2, 1
[redman] hahh [method] hah
[method] yeah [redman] yeahhh
[ll cool j] make it butter
[redman] I'm gonna bankhead bounce!
[ll cool j] no
want girl, it ain't no problem
I'mma tell the waitress that my baby need a bottle
Order what you want, said it ain't no problem
Got a piece of candy
[Pete Rock] To all my Bronx niggaz (Yeah!)
"And I say right about now get ready to get down
to the funky sound of the man they call"
"Pete Rock" "and
the motherfucking police!
They don't want peace, they want a nigga deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem, and by the way they perform
It seems the Klan gave
spent all of my gwap on my wrist
All of my watches got all of these rocks
And the bitches is jockin
The niggaz is plottin
My niggaz be mobbin
We take off
we ain’t never switching sides
Got a couple real niggaz by my side
Make you no dey make mistake make you decide
Fuck around with ung and we gon ride
We
curse me
I'm, running through you niggaz like Jackie Joyner Kersee
Now, how many niggaz comin better than this?
Naughty By Nature puts it down on some
me Mister T. cause I pity the fool
I Live dis life by a new set of rules
Pussy ass crackaz can't tell me what to do
Y'all Niggaz scared but we ain't
hot)
They give it away, give it away, give it away now (ooh)
She got dreams to have a (Californication) with me
I could see from how she lookin' she
That's like my brother, like same mother different father
Any problems dog know I got 'em
And still we grind from the bottom
Just to make it
Here comes open candela
Once again it's off the cadena
Tell you with confidence, I don't believe in promises
Niggaz slippin' with the dough
So you got's
[Intro: Lil' Kim]
Ladies and Gentlemen
You are now listening to the sounds
of the Notorious B.I.G. and the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Jealous niggaz
brothers they be numb
Ain't nobody rap cap if you by my side
But it's alright tho, but it's alright tho
We got the bands we make the money by ourselves now
dive deep pearl necklace off white whipping cum off your wife with a white T you got a problem it better be trigonometry hitting you with geometry soul
ya get back
(Word)
It ain't enough protection on ya ass, to fuck wit Brad
I got a lesson for ya ass
I showed ya, the Southside niggaz tote heat
I
Problem, Child, since I met her, she was born with the led
You niggaz can keep the fame we just came for the bread
And please no tough guy shit she'll get in
I know, I know you watchin'
Silly bitch, stop tellin' 'em lies, hoes, stop spreadin' them rumors
Juicy J, self made skinny nigga, pockets on Yokozuna
Juicy J
I got this pimpin' straight from
Memphis, I say tell my niggas switch it, go New York to Memphis
Blowin' niggas out
Won by double digits, hatin'
(J'Von Kalonji Lil' Roc Lonnie be Mindbenda)
Yeah what?
Time for lyrical shanks to your gut
Death to wack MC's
First up is my nigga
draws a halo
Ironic, I don't got a type but
All my thots look like J Low
All of the applause
went to the boots with the fur mixed with
Juicy couture
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