Lyrics:
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
Muhammad will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs and spit old
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
ain't got Magic urban Johnson sheets
So niggas wrap it up
At least more than three
(Flashing) From my head to my toe
Big chains make me glow
Even with
But she nutted three times then we bashed then I bounced
I reside in Blackhawk in a big fucking house
My community is gated 'cause I don't strike
the plans (uh)
The brother Big Moon make space for me to move in
"Ay, yo, this my man, Mos, baby, let me introduce"
I turn around (say word)
It was
The slow ones need to pep up to keep big daddys rep up
Cause I don't let up or get up or even set up
On a a speak freak, I know how to make you shut up
and jets (What?)
Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet (For sure)
(Hook2x [B.G.])
Big Tymers - they g's, too
Them niggas'll creep, too
They'll slang
brother's in the house
Squig Love is in the house
Cool V on the vocal, gettin' me mad
But I'm gonna lil' do a lil' somethin' like this
Check this out
the man?
(The Heavster, time keeps on slipping)
Yes, too many brothers be fakin' moves or frontin' grooves
Peace to all the brothers on the block,
Linda Blair and Max Von Sydow too.
It had none of the mood or the tension,
It was not a worthy continuation,
A category be
And a big disappointment
One, two, three
In the morning, woke up from sexual pleasures
Looked at her sexual partner
Who acquainted her acquaintance
Five hours ago
Partyin' with the ladies I pull in Mercedes you know we gonna
BANG BIG SOUND
We kickin' it loud at 3 o'clock on the spot
Pouring liquor around we doin'
pass, pass
Juggling this bitch no tax, tax
In the studio spitting fax
(No cap, no cap)
To the max, max
Loving this bitch to the climax
3D vision no IMAX
chain on
I don't care what they say
I put that ring on
Check out how these chicks be matchin' outfits made by VLONE
This ain't no cheap love, these
Yo, Thug Brothers
Deeper than blood, my peoples is bugged
We keep two and slugs, under deep in the clubs
Yo Thug Brothers
Big N.O.R.E. and Pun,
3, 2, listen, I said rock to the rhythm, you don't stop, cause you gotta fuck, 3, 2, 3, 2, 3, 2, 3, 2, 3, 2, listen, I said rock to the rhythm, you
busting guns
Fighting in the club, ain't no 1-on-1
They just killed this little hustler
But that hustler had some first cousins and a big brother
some lil' shit I just came up with today, look
I go by the mood
Know what I'm sayin'? My mood gotta be there
Like if my brothers in the studio
women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
of choppers
Carol City will make holes in you so big,
They can't be plugged by doctors
Nigga, this is the real Dade County
Where we are soldiers from
of choppers
Carol City will make holes in you so big,
They can't be plugged by doctors
Nigga, this is the real Dade County
Where we are soldiers from
always talking
They don't want me shining not an inch
Changing pillow talking like my main thing
Need my profit by the day need them diamonds in the face
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