Lyrics:
my bizalls in ya jizaws 'cause y'all
know what I'm gettin' at I'm spittin' at
Nigga wanna fuck trick so what's up bitch (biotch)
See as long as my
pop it off
Your manna will fly into the sky like EasyJet
Cause I'm back in my zone again, it's mental
Listening to the same instrumental
Staying up so
south we drivin bentleys and jaguars
and we play all our hoes like a game of flash cars
(H.A.W.K.)
down south we bout that dolla dolla
grab a trick then
it up
it's easy though I'm mad
Weathered so and sad...
to see the lies in me
And why (i never try)
But I'll stand (displeased) so cheap
did you see
strong like we WWE
Got to work smart cause they'll
Trick you like a treat
Got to tax large cause you know I like it cheap
I got two for the four, I got
We gon' let the band deal with this
Ha ha, mmm-hmm
M-I-A Style, heh, old school, uh hah
Okay, shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ah hah,
bricks gettin rich off tricks
[Killa Tay]
I put it down for my homies, Fresno to Toronto
Imagine if I'm livin in dead, head hauncho
All up on your
Bitch I ain't the type to go on no dinner date
I'm the type to fuck on that bitch face
Like Lil Wayne in 08' I stay with this Drake
30 clip in my K
[Intro: Phonte (Big Pooh)]
Yo... (Hah!)
Waddup y'all? It's Phonte, I got my man Big Pooh up here with me
(Yeah!) It's about 6'o clock in the Chopp
again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold
Shit, bro
I could talk a lot of game and smack you right up in the face
Do you have any idea what it's like to be in pain?
I know I've got a clue but
Spread in the city I'm plumin'
Boy you got me hot, fumin'
We all make mistakes we human
Yo, I'm playing shows, getting paid by the fistful
Talk cheap
the
Message and I would've
Been lucky to get that form of leverage
Today, thanks to the internet, I
Can buy a cheap microphone, hook it
Up to a laptop
People said to me the S-K-B
Is rap gonna stay until infinity?
As long as me and V be makin' up the beats
You will hear people sayin' "I hear music"
up in the k, she like to move them keys
Up on 44th by 28th they like to blow and see
Pussy boy thought it was meant to be, we left him on a tee'
I look up
Straight up
I gave 'em time, time
Time
Now it's back to me nigga
I took my clique turned it to faculty nigga
Took my operation to factory
the street, yeah
I'm still gettin' this shit in by the week, yeah
I got out of town, plugs this shit ain't cheap
Nigga, I want a whole thousand for a p (Lean)
the snares all the way through
This thing right here, man
Drum section Weezy Baby
Tez, once again
What up? Yeah
This is what they call me, biatch, haha
the snares all the way through
This thing right here, man
Drum section Weezy Baby
Tez, once again
What up? Yeah
This is what they call me, biatch, haha
won't be a cracker
They use somebody much blacker
What I do? I called up the Geto Boy crew
'Cause my mind's playin' tricks on me, too
Never died,
beam on the aim
Thotty with the shits she gon' tell me where you lay
Then I pull up broad day with the K , Aye
Pull up broad day with the K
Your life is
rip up flows that
make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT
Hardcore no R&B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger
Ladies and gentlemen.. Fre-fre-fre-fresh!
T.I.P., aye!
I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there,
Man who ain't up on this down south shit
ain't poppin', keep 'em on they jaw
Came up in the trenches with them hustlers, I ain't have no job
They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk
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