Lyrics:
some homies from New York
A couple Brodies wit no heart
Who split ya dome into some parts
So slow ya role and play smart
Whats a joker to a boss
I know
to its Brittle
Pussy pop like some skittles
Coochie hot let it sizzle
Stay keepin it real by livin no lie
No lie no lie
Come roll wit some niggaz be
that the team felt, dealt when we coming up
Might fight but know that we Strapped like buckle up
T cells I'm sick prick wit misfits who lift Clips to hit
of the members of my click
For that matter, wit ya chitter-chatter
Makin your body parts splatter
Send you an e-mail bomb and erase your data
Now you're
Everytime I touch down baby you know that it lit
Everytime I touch down baby you know who I’m wit
North side got it lit
South side got it lit
West
From Lc to BK, straight wit the aim
Blessing h*** like Jesus now who got game
It's the new age king I wasn't born in a manger
I be ballin out
what ? can u come again?
I can tell by how u move u dont wanna win
U dont know me if ya momma aint my mommas friend
I cant tell if u wit us or u one
da return of Godzila
[Chorus]: [Ja and E-Dub]
Now can I tell ya
E and Ja top doggz, def squad,
Fuckin wit us is like, {suicide}
Bow down, real
bitch where is your heart
You mark
Watch niggas fall when I call they name
We outlaws hold your head niggas all the same
Except some who want more out
wit' I
I make a million by June
I'm sayin' f*** July
And I beg you to try me while I'm holdin' da Tommy
I'm a have ya body all over da lobby
I
is ya daddy, Dave is a muhfuckin' lame
And if you ain't got it by now, who the fuck is Dave? You a fuckin' Dave
Who The Fuck Is Dave? (Whaddap?)
Who
And step em when K- Rocin
don't fuck with dis, see
See if you wit me
if you wit me
mon
We buck em down
We buck em down
Only one
Comin out of that
Don't have to tell me pull up cuz I'm goin' to
If ya life ain't right
I'm who you talk to
They wanna take ya life
I'm who ya talk to
I ain't the type
THE KING OF NEW YORK YOU DON'T START YA SQUAD WIT A KEY
I'M SMARTER THAN A NIGGA WIT A HARVARD DEGREE ,
BOUT TO BE IN EVERYONES TOP 3 ARGUABLY
He who
yeah
The picture be so plain to Me
Fuck it catch me coolin wit
The gallo by the gallows
Let me know when one of ya
Wanna hang with me
On the way
to do
Uhh, I'm intrrupted by a phone ring
Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfuckin' thing
"Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?"
Yo who dis? "Taisha"
makin no money
(Breathe)
I had to get me sum money
Start wit a 7 den it turnt to a onion
I was sellin it fa 10 tryna times it by a Hunnid
I went re up
cannot fuck wit' ya
We ain't got the chemistry
'Cause you just a broke boy
I laugh in the bank like a parody
How you look fake as yo diamonds?
I can
i aint payin no more stupid bills
Just flying right by your bullshit
Like coupe deville
Ruthless still, shit I ain never changed record
Like this
betta told me
If ya see me chanto hitomae if ya don't understand
Why I'm goin' bakudai doushite naze
Ninjas stayin' by tha play don't understand why I'm
and Slim Thug
We goin' hard in the paint like Carmelo (Carmelo)
This is for the boys who sip purple and sip yellow (yellow)
Shorty shake ya jelly like
and Slim Thug
We goin' hard in the paint like Carmelo (Carmelo)
This is for the boys who sip purple and sip yellow (yellow)
Shorty shake ya jelly like
Carmelo (Carmelo)
This is for the boys who sip purple and sip yellow (yellow)
Shorty shake ya jelly like jello (huh)
She curvy like a J.lo
Damn baby poke me
I don't know who you are
And I don't know who you was
No no dogging da fuzz
Up in da sky ya ya I'm who it was
Up wit da drac ya I'm fly wit it
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