Lyrics:
Man, somethin ain't right
You just get P on the phone
c'mon..
[Silkk]
Yo, 2000 nigga (2000 nigga)
3 Strikes (next millenium)
No Limit,
of the rodeo
My style will play your globe, it's like audio
Before I step in the club, I drink a forty, yo
I be the type of cat with a flow that can gat
Bust
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace
[Chorus]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein clips
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
keep on getting mine
So eat a dick
[Chorus 3: (JoJoPellegrino) Kurupt]
What's the verdict yo
(Doing me stuck in my grind)
Let the globe know
(MC
John Travolta in Swordfish (rrah, rrah)
Das ist die FN Minimi
Ich rolle mit Burnern und Shawtys (pow)
Meine Posse: Murder – Irv Gotti (holla)
Big
CLEAN
YOU LIKE THAT SHEILA E. SCENE, YOU TELL ME
YEAH, YOU RAP BUT CAN YOU SING & DANCE
I PULLED ON THE ESSENCE & GLANCED AT YOU
ASSISTED BY A CHUCKLE,
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
loved to lick her tongue, holla, holla, an' give me some
(give me some, give me some)
Daz make a bitch cum like never befo'.
Do it fast, do it
betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
I just call her boo
I think her name is Shawna
What I really know bout the girl that drive the Honda.
I just call
Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
Juro x Joon Jukx - Outlaw (Produced by Infinitee)
[Verse - Juro]
I move like a soldier
But observe like a scientist
I'm that rapper from
poor
Love by many
But hated by more
You shopping wit penney's
I'm buyin the store...
Like why
The fuck
Am I buyin the store
I'd shine like a nuke
If
down and holla
If you tipsy stand up
DJ, turn it louder
Take somebody by the waist and uh
Now throw it in they face like uh
Hypnotic, robotic, this
down and holla
If you tipsy stand up
DJ, turn it louder
Take somebody by the waist and uh
Now throw it in they face like uh
Hypnotic, robotic, this
[Benzino]:
Now we gon burn this right here
Ay yo dim the lights down
Yeah yeah
We gon let the track talk to em
Fly cars pretty hos rocks on my arm
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
We on the time dat you onnn no it won't be long no it won't be long
Full of drugs come through swerving
We crash the party
An they know him by lil
in my Chevy 'Vette
Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get
Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy
See the boy, see
Lemme bless you all word to God and Allah
Hustle hard like we trapping out the Carter
You feeling good well at ya homie Holla
You chasing paper but
Got the bud broke up
Got the drink in the cup
It's time for me to ride
I keep two things - good drugs and a bad bitch always by my side
You know I'm
to women and women to men when down south
Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos, holla while they in yo' mouth
So we love that c-c-c-c
Cut up, know we like that,
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