Lyrics:
ain't talkin 2 tits
See lil papi you with the loose lips
Ima make you bruise quick
Mash my chain on ya eight head so they know who do's this
I'm ruthless,
right (facts)
'Cause I can sell your momma drugs after I lay the pipe
Can sell a bitch dope after I raise the price
Fuck gettin' stabbed in the back,
coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin' let me hear you say ride (ride)
[Verse 2: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
It's Lil
God damn lil bitch yu already kno Pj really wit the shit
Speakin in third person cause a nigga really lit
Im way too high to be spittin like this
But i
your gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me
I shoulda been done come wit
niggas stay on top)
Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life
I want money in large amounts
My garage full of cars that bounce
Movin' my tapes in major
motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant
I came in here
And I'm so loved by the white people
That they could approach me in the back of a dark alley with a black hoodie (true)
It's as real as it gets (true)
It's
the air
Senator Hollings: Willy nilly over the air
Chairman: Senator Gore.
Senator Gore: Thank you very much, Mr. Chairman. I found your statement
talkin' (uh)
Fuck all that shit you be talkin' (uh)
Fuck all that shit you be talkin'
I'm in that bitch with the .30 on me (.30 on me)
You know we
and kept it revvin'
I got a lil' doja that I'm fixin' to break down
Roll em' up in a zag, lick em' stick em' and clown
I'm fully dig with a dick, my
talkin' about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too
[Verse 7: Lil Wayne]
Five oh four
a week (yup, yup)
I found his ID
I'ma kill that nigga where he sleep (yeah, yeah)
This a IG (whoa)
Bitch I be thuggin hard in the streets (the streets)
the strap when I pull, it get tricky (Brrr)
You talkin' bout action, don't want it man I could have shooters come around to your city (Aye)
I'm in the booth
Lil' bitch you know it's fuck what the media say
I ain't worried ‘bout what they said
I'm still makin' money while I'm sleep up in my bed
I workout every
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
to you
(Well, all this time you've been talkin', you still ain't said shit)
Shut the fuck up when you talkin' to me
'Fore I bust your head, just for
visions of a prison
Wake up screamin' in my sleep
Is there a heaven in this hell?
A possibility of livin' well?
But if they killin' me
I get my stripes
it up
A lil' Louis but my bitch wants some bags and stuff
Keep it 1 hunnit
1 hunnit in one's
If you tryna have some fun
Funds up get you some
The sum
I dedicate this to my world doug strugglers
I hope metafy you with peace and all hustling
I'm busting, for y'all niggas
Cause your my niggas
Tony dead and his brother too
Streets talkin' every week the coppers comin' through
And homicides scoopin' niggas out of Paulie crew
Damn, he in
talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Yo, Leroy
Y-Y-Y-Y-Yo,
rabbit, Trix are for kids!
So when you sat on the corner with a 40 ounce
talkin' bout what tup? Can't even pronounce
your words correct, now in
before, but I'll say it one more time
You do your thing holmes, but I'ma do mine
[Lil' Rob]
And basically that's what I think
All these fucking fools can
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