Lyrics:
streets niggaz shook up
When I eat up on that P alwAys pull out
When I pull I just shoot up
Disturb my peace you deceased
Bitch please get on your knees
life
Jail niggas sendin' kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked
Finish 'em off, well-done meat
Then send .22 slug to your head
affection for streets
D-Twizzie no question
One of the best groups that done it
And Obie is their reflection
Lil' homie that knows soley that loyalty is
the mix like Kid Capri to never see these records beat
I'm leaving with the lead like Pistol Pete
That's why I'm coming with heat
In the streets or industry
I'm going out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showing out
Niggas from the PUMBLE, they wanna rumble
Mix 'em and cuck um in a fuck, like nignog
Going
takers na big mumu
Update come update pass you by
You dey swell up like who them swear for
Na you cut onions him no plan to make you cry
Ehh walai
I know
screamed a bit and away he flew
Thought I was a Communist
Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave
"Let's go and play Adam and Eve"
I took her
a Communist
Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave
I said, let's go and play Adam and Eve
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
streets gotta kill you a vic
Ian lettin' it pass me stop that whip
I'm young and im havin i'm fully equipped
Kept running his mouth and got hit in his lip
on the street
Play it for the Whiz Kid
Just play that beat
Play that beat
Why don't you play it for me?
Switch the mix mister D.J
(Girls singing - repeats
stressed, fiendin' just to hold some heat
I guess it came from all the stories that he heard in the street
I can't explain it, its ill how we used to feel
a new street, so posse move ahead
We all look kinda suave, the crew you can't forget
The Mix-A-Lot Posse, cold rippin' up the set
My Posse's On Broadway
her hole
Pass through the gates bitch
I ain't pay tolls
Ain't got time to waste bitch, I got goals
And they want to say that I can't make it
I already
that ain't love
That ain't motherfucking love
Sir Mix a lot ain't done shit for me
Ain't no famous rappers out here
Making shit for the streets
My
mum's house, now, they're invadin' my business
While I'm still gettin' chased by these dirty little girls that never had a job
And think they're worth
when u mimic how I speak
But that's a story for another mix back to pipe dreams
You wan be richer than dangote?
Forget na pipe dreams
You wan play ball
like ass when ya pass gas
You threw it like a girl that's why you got picked last
And Mr. Easy does it never did it now did he
Jesus is coming so look
y'all (that y'all!)
And that's all!
Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave
it’s not the competition that you gotta win
So I don’t have to wear crown to show them who is Queen
To be the main you have to show your personality
But
all she said so
And fine girls do not tell lies, that's the way it goes
His friends told him "free this chick", them dey hate though
Plus she was
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
this mail
[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her
it in the mix
Stay true to you and invest in what you're into
Five figures hit
That's another goal ticked off my hitlist
Slick sold a pack of bricks
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