Lyrics:
pretty low
But them niggas ishomos like the maxwell video
I got 2 albums and 2 cars
Now bitches on my dick cause of chico debarge
Thugged out's 1st lady
and your man is planning to hate (we run this man)
I'm so hood (I make hit records this is what I do)
And I got these gold up in my mouth
If you get
am I here?
[Verse - Violent J]
I want a lobotomy, no shock therapy
Come clean me nurse, take care of me
I suffocated the last 2 they sent in alone
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
Like and I'll show you
How to turn a four door into a coupe
Gettin' all mad at me cause
Your girl gettin' loose
Yeah, it ain't no hype, I live that life
on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus 2X: Run]
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live
bakin' soda, this home improvement
She bring the .9 by two
I fuck on that ho and came back on her (go)
It look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now
pajama for your soft crew
Don't step to me with shit the candle wax is gettin lit
I'm solo now, and still money I have to fuckin split
Business
want a bite of this, everything is cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Nigga, live by your rep but I ain't takin shit
bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into
my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die
Breakers (HERE!) MC's (HERE!)
Writers (HERE!) Beat-boxers (HERE!)
DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop
I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's
Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more
And clearly who be getting it popping like this (uh)
White T (yea), red monkey jeans
When I hit the block I'm coming down clean
[Repeat: x2]
I got
scene
Every week is fashion week and
Every day I’m pressed clean
Detroit’s Angel, I even got red wings
I’m headed to the ball
Me and three prom queens
My
suite tho
Oh she got her stripes and street codes
Book-smart and hit free throws one of two I need both
Seasons come and go I stay cold understand you
My drip too clean
What they know about slide? She know my game too mean
She put it all on me, and when I see two G's
I be giving my thanks, and I hit
This is self defense. x2
This ain't no threat man, ???
This is self defense
Ain't no tough guy talk,
we're just doing what we have to
[Verse 1 -
sung
Album number 2
Be on the way, East L.A
Straight to Brooklyn
SoHo, SoCals, what we aim
I don’t work to live
I live to work on all my own terms
After
Hey, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey hey
Oz on the beat, yeah
I had a dream that I could be
Riding clean down
stu
I locked myself inside this booth
Cut communication with a few
And by the time you hear this shit
I'm workin' album number 2
Like Babyface I get
want to get on my team, and live my dream
Captain of the ship is what i'm boastin'
Hit the three wheel motion, i'm the shit when i'm coastin' (uh huh)
(verse 1)
woke up from a long night of sex this mornin
Brushed my teeth, got fresh this mornin
Hear my girl talk a lil mess this mornin
Hit the hood
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
the fence and hit the path
And we on and off of Marta in and out the projects
A simpler time 'fore I was introduced to Pyrex (I miss the real A)
Kilo Ali,
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