Lyrics:
A n**** ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my s*** go, it's Andre. Can yo punk a** come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
rap shit
Get blown off the face of the Earth by the G.P. click
Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it
Now adapt to the Shaolin chapter
hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]
Here we is boy, here we is boy
[Mr. G Stacka]
OK now
Now who be dropping them bombs
They keeping you crunk by making
knew that from the jump
Whip out, shoot down at the ground, make em jump
Fuck it, shoot all at his chest and make him krump
I'm from the Central
I'm too smart for these cats
While they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up plaques
In The Commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em
He don't
I'm too smart for these cats
While they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up plaques
In The Commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em
He don't
out my thang
Hit 'em in the back
Whatever remained
So the bitch stay out my business an let the Benzo skirt
An swang
Yellin' Mobb, clouded wit' Age
brain
A lil piece of knowledge of the instrumental piece
Show em how
We blow em out
We bomb singles
Make all the single women bounce
We all
snapped fins with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest piff
Off a brick of hash mixed with acid hits
Like sick cracker shit
Get back dumb birds I
R.I.P to haters bring out the casket, man (rest in peace)
Talking shit you get hit by me and the JACKETMAN (ha)
Got a lot of shit to say I don't even
Hit Em
Hit Em
No Limit we got that shit you need
Shit you can bump in your trunk
Got all your bitches fiendin
And makin niggas say ughh
Gipper get
dipped off
Was a frosty mutha fucka
Still a frosty mutha fucka
I been seein glaciers
Hit em wit sum flames, YERRR
(Outro) (2:18 - End)
Pablo my name ...
they walked 'em in
I walked 'em out, they talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out
And I c*** back that ox and pow, pow, pow, pow
Walk inside, p**** popping,
that and a lot of weed will make ya mask your pace
So you go out and get it ya gotta have it can't leave without it
You doubt it ya hit it ya outty bout
elite
Yea yeah
Baby let me fuck you to this beat
Instrumental
Yeah you know I took you out the streets
Out the street girl
Yeah you know I hit it like a G
he can get 'em their p"
But he's gotta hit road, so he needs a couple weeks
Look, you got five days, keep thinking I'm joking
You and your mum, 6
what I keep by me
Ima' dog I get to barkin' I see to much ass
Im finna get a fitted that say "I Need Cash"
Me and Mar up in this bitch because we felt
trying
Niggas say they with me but they envy cause I get mine
Choppa had em crawling if he get up hit his back spine
Stand right over niggas smoke his ass
Get it!
Go on! Get it! I'm out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it! Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it! Need it by any means
Black incorporated, Bo bangs mind
outta 10 niggas and 10 gunna say me
Fuck battlin we on some gang shit
Duck quick 'cause u niggas might get hit
United we stand, United we fall
I
a mixtape
Pollution I smell that in the breeze
But let's try not to get mad at the trees
Tell ‘em all not to get mad at the leaves
Let's get mad
when i spin the jag
Fuck the speed limit this sports car hit fifty fast
Four perks two x let me get some bag
I just be flexing on the niggas tryna get em
[Chorus]
I'm out of my mind with the ski mask, chains and gloves
Waitin' for niggas to come out of the club (I hit 'em up!)
Give me the dubs for my
[Master P and Layzie Bone talking]
Yo Layzie?
what's up man?
Check this out, me and my boy ridin' dirty from New Orleans, right?
Right.
When we touch
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