Lyrics:
Nixon
This one for all the sick ones, infliction
Poisonous darts sickenin'
Best believe finger itchin'
With two proclay
Now I'm trippin' on MC's
It....take yuh time nah baby
Open it ....yuh hurting meh belly
[Verse 2: Mr Grill & Fatty Bling]
Me love yuh bad but yuh fuck meh to hard ......
And yuh
a faggot on the rag
I'm goin for bam like Scarface and NIP
What they leave of your ass Willie D gonna rip
All of that muthafuckin' talkin' is for
til the nigga can't breathe
[Verse 2: Taylor Benett]
I got held down in a spot over some confrontations
No more conversations, if you wanna link then
bitches waitin'
Two tens, that's a win-win situation
Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand new
Drinks on me for me, not you
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
(M-Money in the way)
And I can't see cause its money in the way (I can't see)
Repeat
[Verse 2] (Lil? Wayne)
I?m getting payed that?s all I have to say
Christmas
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
One bitch two bitch but I want you bitch
Cupid didn't miss never felt like this
Every time I see you I feel
1, 2 I bust shit to load guns to
Beats for the hoodlums
Somebody's gotta do'em
Fed's screw 'em
Faggot's got my whole crib bugged
Mad tapps
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
They cant hold me naw
6Ft In her jaws
What
What
I’m taking all
Mr. catch 'em
I catch 'em all
You heard me?
You are not my homie
Reason we don’t shake
bitch, call it too short
2 iPhones 3 prepaid
Lil' momma phone last night call in
And ask for a replay young made nigga
With them billion dollar plans
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
Yo cuz, ringsend and Compton on a track what
The fuck’s up with that?
Where I come from bricks get danced on
Then sold by the fellas with the amps
say I'm wrong
I ain't really seen land in a minute
AWOL spaceman, wave to the Mrs
Faint transmission after nothing
For the summer
I have never seen so
your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(For real baby)
And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
I
Slot
Was caught
Got dropped two
Playing hopscotch
On the block
Ought not twat plot
Yo for hops knot I brought dots
This ring
Helped me remain sane
No
of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin' at 10,
Hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace
grimy, no findin' me, but I be in LG (bitch)
If your lil' fuck boy lame ass wanna creep (ho)
And I live by the lemon 'cause that fucker chose me (ayy)
designer, criminal minder
And I'm a born and bred in USA who chop and screw truth up
Think I got a case of the Mondays, on fire
Ayo, one for mayhem, two
three more
And i could give a fuck what you think i got em for
And all the king's hoes and all the king's men
Go try to put this shit black together
[Talking:]
Yeah, hell yeah, wanna fuck with the Boss huh
Show you bitch made ass niggaz
Slim Thugger, Boss Hogg Outlawz
[Slim Thug]
Mr. Buster
your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(For real baby)
And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
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