Lyrics:
down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like
shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
Faggot, fuck fuck
an attitude
Gotta get respect or break your motherfucking neck
Second One: Always gotta fuck out of wedlock
I like it when the pussy go snap, crackle and pop
Now every damn that I drop, is homicidal, that could dare to be done
There's no survival, now who care to be next? (if you don't know me by now)
Know
New tat can't hop in no pool
New Patek bust down shit cool
Who's that? Dior print on the shoe
Falling for me save a hoe, no parachute
All your
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
Rhythm and Poetry
Is nobody noticing
Rap ain't what it used to be
Now we just got rhymes and percussion
In triple time with your cousin
Somebody tell me
When your war get close, see the next one down
Let's go
They throwing dirt on my name
I might just burst into flames (burst into flames)
They tryna
to the good part
Well it depends on where you start
If you start from here
Then you get there quick
And if you start from here
You right next to it
To make sure
they got two nines
Like he bust a shot but they bust a shot right back and he got two guys
Keep my eyes on the job
No gangsta, but got ties to the mob
guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
nothing but move your lips like Milli Vanilli
I'm the guy, no, I'm disguised
I'm just playing by your side with knives and smile like I've got nine
No, 44,
cnd doper than those guys, I'm watching ‘em nose dive,
I magically float by,
Float by, Float by, yeah we magically float by
Float by, Float by, yeah we
Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut
As I remember my ménage à trois was mired by sluts
I question mark your heart, punctuate your fate
All
reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez
and go take about like twenty G's from Gino
Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here
Nigga
on the door and it was opened
By a brown-haired girl and a baby with a teethin' ring.
I said "I seen you somewhere before
But don't stand there and block
the bottom of the clouds
She give me the attitude, I'm still fuckin' my ex
Like I be my sports guy, I don't talk about people
Doin' what's smokin', I'm Jacob
wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better
wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better
on
Have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on (High)
The heat is on (You know)
The heat is on what's my next move
Do I stick with the score, or get
on
Have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on (High)
The heat is on (You know)
The heat is on what's my next move
Do I stick with the score, or get
on the fence post
Getting chased, by them Jackboys, think it's 'bout to fuzz
Like a lint roller they wait 'til it's late, they will tiptoe
Through your living
with your sassy attitudes
Might as well carry a pink pistol to match your, pretty little shoes
Just let me light a match right up under you
Cause I'mma
guy
you gettin high right? Weeded up with red shit in your right eye
Youse a menace, your brain cells finished
Begging forgiveness, calling that
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