Lyrics:
i’m smokin’ pot again
No you not the Man
My new crib, I own alotta land
Smokin’ by the sand made it from the bottom
I ain’t have a pot or pan
Money,
everybody's going crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talking I'm scaring ya
I'm daring ya to raise hell
who play them games
You can check my gangsta files
I been putting in work since 1985
Got an angel by my side
All my demons always beggin' me
tickled
Hoes stay in line, I keep it civil
We run it up it ain't a issue
If you ain't pay me I can't miss you ...who
Who they playin wit
VVS.. on my
me, Lyor and Russell
You provide the heat and we'll provide you wit' that Def Jam muscle
So I said yeah I'm wit it cause you know I'm prepared
Put
checking me
And digging the ice
And if I get that tonight
Better hit that twice
I can even make her mine
If I hit that price
You know smack that thing
Boi, Daddy Fat Sax, G pretty D, are they same, boo
But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family, so you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me
'Cuz I will jab
and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps
up though
This is for the honeys, the super?
I don't want to be her man, I want to be her nigga
You feel me?
Well let 'em know
You fuckin' wit
(Shit, the power's out) the tape is off!
Yo, you targeted from arsonists
Papermate pens filled wit arsenic
I got hoes that don't know what Prada is
Doc
in one do tour make 'em sick with no cure,
As she sits by da bar she sips cristy,
In the mist of da party,
They bump hits by J.D.,
Da B-R-A-T, we
niggas'll never see me like Mama Tigger (oh)
A 80's-baby a fighting nigga
I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga
I'm something you call pepper like
You should've known that I was wit if a bit when I ain't hit it
And step not to consider the Rep Heck!
I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker
Brave from afar when I hold you for country
Saved by a star, can I hold you to one thing?
Do you feel safe when they tell you
They sell you? Pray
like
But I'ma lady, who will pull a stunt though
I kill suckas, and even hit the block
So what you want to do?
Ya must play it wrong(ay yo)
Cause
white
Lemon pepper fresh I skate by through the late night
I've been questioning this real life
What's it feel like
Hop up on a plane and take flight
I
were our bread and butter
(this being prior to the
Release of Nevermind in September
Of 1991) we'd hit
The road for months at a time
Coming back with one
(ooh)
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah, hey
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
[JD]
Said all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Make you dance wit' me
See all I
and T.I.P you done wrecked 'em this time foo! (time foo)
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In
flames
â??Cause I torture
J to A are-you-L-E
N****z can't be seriously f***in' wit me.
What you Holla â??bout
We can hit up an alley and air
statement's wit
& I'm concentrating on making hits
& I'm fittin' em line by line
Teeth I grit & I'm tryin to find the perfect rhyme scheme
I'm dreamin'
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I
and T.I.P you done wrecked 'em this time foo! (time foo)
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In
a ragy baby, he's way too crazy}
[Tray Deee]
What up 'cause? You know ain't nothin' different on mines
When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in
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