Lyrics:
with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit
We have them b****es like it was unplugged
Its Weezy Wee, Mannie Fresh, and Unplugged
We have them b****es like it was unplugged
Weezy, Fresh
[Chorus]
Neighborhood supa stars
It's them boys with the candy sprayed on their cars [x4]
Bitch you might not know me, but in my hood I'm famous
sees you [Repeat: x3]
[Luda] It's get out, put my pedal to the flow and let's roll!
Two miles an hour, so everybody sees you [Repeat: x3]
[Luda] It's
scriptures weeved and woved
Behold gold for the people equal
Fresh on the weekend
Wu-Tang, Biggie smalls live at the beacon
Backstage drinks on the house
they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin classics
You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records
He touch
1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T
That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats
You girls look so sexy
I wish you all were up here with me
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before
In ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss a beat
Now DJ bring the music, please
I'm the life of the party
It don't take much for me to get started
Every time you see me, I'm with a bunch of girls
to uplift
Hip-hop, hip-hop
My voice is like a monster
And now a word from our sponsor
Two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight, nine, ten
I gotta
to stop the madness
Yo, we in the place
(Now whut's up?)
DJ, pick up the pace
(Now whut's up?)
Gyrate, feel the bass
(Now whut's up?)
What the deal, huh?
Hard Feelings Cuz
If U Don't Want It
I'm Fresh To Death, In My Ten-A-Key Gear
Winkin At Ur Bitch Tryn Get Her To Come Here
They Can't Do It How I Do It
nigga
Got keys to my city, they don't get it
I'm a dog like "grr" from the X, my nigga, look
I pulled up in Louis V sandals, my hat is by Eric
Now DJ bring the music, please
I'm the life of the party
It don't take much for me to get started
Every time you see me, I'm with a bunch of girls
a fuck who he
Shot out in Red Hook
Asked about Bone yeah, Bizzy was my man
'Tilhe beat me for ten grand and
Sold my Mac for seven grand (Fuckin' crazy)
His
Dee-Lite, the are-O-D
And on the keys, my brother D-P-see
Wise, Frukwan and my DJ Paul
We puttin competition back, up against the back of the wall
Me
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
Uh-oh
I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock
I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops
Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops
We goin'
[Keith Murray] (DJ Clue)
Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray
The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW SHIT)
Wit my niggas Redman
Ooh...
I don't wanna pop-u-ride
I do want your glama
All I want is hit the floor
By the weepy balets
That's the point to gimmie five
What U wanna
niggaz over like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it
Ten millimeters count em nigga fuckin' high
See I added a millimeter for y'all niggaz doin' crimes
[Lil Wayne]
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
Its Weezy wee, Mannie fresh, and unplugged
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
He said yeah
You better come out with your hands up
We got you surrounded
I'm in the back
Changin' my outfit
He said blink
verse 1
I was just chillin in the club me and my crew buyin
out the bar you know how we do
then the dj let the people know teddy pain in the house
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