Lyrics:
operate
[Joe Budden]
Yo
Niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad
Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car
Cause they all become
of shit
That didn't make sense
But it got me here
Kept keeping it real when they were moving weird
or how she got these demands but she don't fit
like a 3 pt contest
But I don’t compete these niggas
N Ian walking round with teflon vest
Cause I’m da one pulling da triggers
How I get money
arm leg leg arm head with this big machine
Love don't love here so legs open very easily
Like Joey crack or fat joe
To the back that stick gont make up
and the wisdom, understanding of the lord
Is stored, if you're lured everybody grab your sword
If I live by the sword then I die by the sword
I'll die by
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
look like an egg call you Robotnik
(And his name is John Cena)
Pickle Rick, Pickle Rick, Pickle Rick
Hoes jumpin on my dick
Talkin shit, talkin shit
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
Shit's real, these women want money and deals
Yeah, get paid
"Now you know how it is brothers and sisters
When two brothers and sisters get to fightin
Ayy, yeah, wake, wake shit up, ayy
On my mama, I can't make shit up, ayy
If I ain't a real boy, what you call it?
I don't think you want no
[Showbiz]
Yeah, it's time to silence the lambs. Let niggas know what time it is
on the real tip, know what I'm saying? Showbiz & A.G. killing all
Rolling up by myself to the cemetery
Just so I could rest for a minute in some peace
Brought with me a fat skunky bag, smoke in solitary
Lonely
meaty
She had a nice, uh, graffiti, beaty, booty
Real Florida shit, call me a jit
I got bars, what? I got bars
And a yurr rist, stars, it's a space ship
nasty ass down
I spot this fat bitch from across the room
Now suck my dick while your boyfriend's in the bathroom (yeah, yeah)
My face is pink, lookin'
that joe-shmo, to hop-off; pogo
Ho's tell me I'm a pro
But I knoe doe
Bro's wanna hear a flow
Cause they knoe doe
Oh, kid talkin' shit on the low-low?
bitch-ass
Fuck nigga (see)
Ooh, ha
Takeoff, nigga
Fuck wrong with these niggas? Man
You know I'm talking 'bout
Real diamonds
Nigga, I'm riding 'round
money on the Western Union
2 fat gramms of that china white
Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight
Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank
And 5 whole
it ever any better
Can't be accountable if I'm not a real number
I don't sunburn
So why does my skin hurt
Is it unreasonable to have regrets
I used
It's enough to go 'round, baby (baby)
Been drinkin' like you thirsty
How you make it to my section in the first place? Uh
Nah, I ain't trippin', shit is
nigga be feigning
Young nigga be high as the fuck
Uh
High as the shit
I just by past ya bitch
I just walked past ya hoe
She looking back at me
She want
gifted I got they attention then cleaned up my dirt left that shit in the past ugh, got my hand out cuz you owe me sumn every new drop is 1 of 1 got me
the guap, got the cheese, got the gouda (yeah)
My wallet fat, this shit stick out like Buddha (fat)
My dick too deep in her throat she a puker (ah)
Fucking
.6.0.
Longitude and latitude
It's all in the attitude
I'm in the mood to put a twist on things
Xzibit here to rock the planet 'till the fat bitch sings
The shit is
Backstabbers, parasites, slanderers, politics
F AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST HOW REAL IT IS (oh shit)
Fat booties, baby mamas, twins, triplets
F AROUND AND FIND OUT
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