Lyrics:
Vamoose gotta go
I visit Peru, just to canoe
Witnesses vision is too, They Mr. Magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, I'm Killa Bitch
Hustler that's all and that
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
He's on fire
Hot girl, hot girl, hot girl
If they say I ain't the baddest then the motherfuckers lied
How you riding on a nigga who be asking for
abandoned
Trill niggas real niggas popping them pill niggas
I stack up a mil nigga like it's a lil nigga
This for the one who's gon' load up the k for me
and extra an clip,
I thought i was watchin gymnastics the way i seen that hoe flip
Its the A-S-S-A-S-S-I-N who am i (the assassin)
Big Ed be
from nothing now you see me pop out the brunch hen..
surpass everybody by a landslide
fly first class now I'm up in N.Y
and I was sent by Wyclef
to be
feat. Lil Zane, Montell Jordan
Intro [T-Bone (Lil Zane)]
Ahh, for shiggity
Mr. Boney Bone Corleone, Lil Zane
And the one and only busta
they living Retarded, got a mothafucka feeling like I gotta Tread the waters
They be filling with corruption, abduction on all The helpless lil ones man
smoke, I don't wanna fight you
I don't wanna do nothin', bruh
Like, please, bruh
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with
the long dick, and you wonder why she's moving
I don't get along with fake people I don't do it
Mothafuckas gonna snitch, swear to god its a movement
Got me
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (sample)]
(What did I do? Was the thing so bad?) It's like...
Yo, there ain't too many people I would die for
That I
outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa!
Guess who's bizack?
The boy B. Mizack, a.k.a. Mr. Crack-A-Brick
Turn a whole one from a half a brick,
(Spit that shit)
Durrin' a playa' like my youth
I think I recall when I got my first tooth
I was a teeny little ol teether lil old pever little
outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa!
Guess who's bizack?
The boy B. Mizack, a.k.a. Mr. Crack-A-Brick
Turn a whole one from a half a brick,
that?
Make a lil' nigga get an asthma attack
Say she love the kid, my name is tatted on her neck
Pop that pussy for a check
I had her takin' shots
layin there like a area RUG
Plus you, yeah, smellin my game
Ev-ery girl +Wanna Be Bad+, ask Willa Ford, tell her my name
It's, 5-9! Hah, now I see why
the charcoal
Am I a star? No, ya' in my car? No
My name is Soopafly, bitch so ya' all know
Now heffer don't act stupid, 'cause ya'know who I am
The nigga
tha streets dats furious
Ain't nuthin' you can tell me, ain't nuthin' you can do to us
Wit cha chest all out tryna be bad
*** I can tell you broke
and recognize the alphabet
You can't survive in a room full of Gs
Coached by my Uncle Lil' Mane, I resemble him
They tryna steal the game
And we killing all
tee's, reeboks, and girbauds I had a few (??) to write
regular hood shit the average niggaz go through in life
wanted to be a lil gorilla, and more day
'm hard-hearted
Well, let me by, I haven't even started
No more Mr. Nice Guy, no siree
Soon as my witchcraft has zinged them
I'll gain control of the kingdom
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
Another one, 'pon your head
Five white girls but they not Spice
had to take a lifetime
To calculate every dime
Damn, shit I gotta get that bread
Had lil niggas on the scene the
Shouldn't be wind up dead
I got
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