Lyrics:
Inspired by women, niggas say that I treat em different
Niggas be bitches, hoes be bitches, I don't see no difference
Shawty my aim is different, DC
her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say, "Birdman, Birdman what's good today?"
We
best to drink you away
So take what you want and leave
You'll never get another part of
You are poison on man's lips
Lured in by the curves
upside down
And look around and I know we gon' be around
I hold you down, I hold you down
Hold you up, when you're feeling down
So what's up?
Tell me
from the radiance to the gift which becomes a shadow
Necessary evil so to speak, or we'd have figured it out by now
Striving for perfection is a result
hear, we gonna bring a comet
Check for that shit in the millennium
You know what I mean? So, yo, y'all niggas man
Be the resurrection
The Gods is here man
for real man)
It's goin down baby, uhh
Uhh! busta rhymes
What?! Uhh, dmx nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
I see ghosts clearly; even though, most
This is gonna be me and my niggas
Holdin' triggers in our back bump
To take back what we once had
We don't give a damn about the enemies
Send they
movin' like I've been the great
I know if I do it, all these bitches is gon' imitate
Keep it cute (get some money), keep it cute (shut up)
Keep it
(want) what (what)
None of you niggaz is be -Sig' word I'm done with you niggaz
[Beanie Sigel]
Once again it's on, fuck it we ain't through wit niggaz
burst out on the scene like an opal fruit
They try and take aim like Beckham when he goes to shoot
But then again that's what they're supposed to do
with the skunk
We about to get wicked in the joint, uh
Be the realest, ha, yeah
Notorious is glorious (Uh)
Niggas know who's the mind blower
The weed
to move, or we could take them by surprise
It's submission that they want
It's surrender that they need
When we're doing it their way their aims will be
he just loyal
Thugs is glass doors, I see through 'em, put the heat to 'em
Be careful you might get what you ask for
Yo, if it wasn't for your
but if my prints ain't on that thing
What is you sayin'?
And on the same block that I get my glocks from
You see the same cop that get
he just loyal
Thugs is glass doors, I see through 'em, put the heat to 'em
Be careful you might get what you ask for
Yo, if it wasn't for your
her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say, "Birdman, Birdman what's good today?"
We
It's funny, when I look at you
While not a single word is said
I know, I had a drink or two
But that's not what's gone to my head
I laugh and I
prolonging our demise
Trusting our health with those who profit while we're sick
No cure for cancer yet, what kind of shit is this
Pain... Cancer
A state
step we are matching to the top
Dem dig dem try dem no get mouth to talk
The less you look the more you get
And what you aim is what you got
Dem dig
your sit-ups
What you ate, you spit up
Fuck your outfit up, blood all over your number nines
That cute shit you was saying wasn't funny to mine
We dead
swag is drippin', so here's a napkin
What's really happnin' bro?
Verbal attackin', I'm showing passion
Know what I mean, see I'm the king like I'm
crazy"
I don't give a shit, dawg
Yo, we finna, ayo, ayo, fuck Raquel though, fuck that bitch
It's what you all been waitin' for, ain't it?
This No
paradise
I'd sing for all the ladies up there
And they would sing along with me
And we be so happy there to be
'Cause down below is really nowhere
My
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