Lyrics:
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole Mr. Shadow Lil Rob VMF
On the board for the 98 and it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I the unfadable lyricist
Bringin
I said shit, damn, get off your ass and jam
All the thugs in the club
Let me see you get 'em up
All the hoes get a lil' lil' low
A lil' low now
Said
on the ass cheek
Ain't too rich to get it poppin' in the backseat
Next time you want another bitch, you better ask me, ah
Ike and Tina that ass, you better
(oh)
Or on South Beach (oh) in my wife B
VVS studded, you can tell when they cut it
You see my grandmama hate it, but my lil' mama love it
'Cause
got the whole summer ahead and
Still a lil' snow with you
Who you get from? So and so? Ok
Remind me to rob him
Finesse that bitch up out his number
Told
partner
So I gave him my tape
Said he'd play it for him
Hoping that I'd get my big break
But never got a response anyway
This nigga named Pop Gates came
Life in the projects
Where it's hard to get by
But you got it 'cause your spot's gettin' hotter
Life in the projects
Where grass is cheese and cheese is
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
Sick off human ashes
Hatas passion
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
the ground
All aboard for the shuttle
All the hoes
Screaming oh
Lil' nigga go
Go for the gold, hey
Get it, get it
Nigga we can get it (we can get it
celebrities
Switching lanes with the thing
Keep it next to me
Shit I rob, I'ma serve 'em
My foot on the gas and I'm swervin'
I be pulling out fast like a virgin
'em
They say lil' Rob he going nuts, bitch suck 'em
Niggas said it's up, so we gang slide bust 'em
I ain't switching up bitch it's Bayline or nothin'
Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me
Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass
Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
The Brooklyn
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up (swipe)
Drop it off in your fucking face, it's the sawed-off (hey, yeah)
Gotta get my ass
I'm a shit popper, but I back it up (woo)
You get locked in the wrong house, I'll have 'em pack you up (get 'em)
On my waist sideways is how the MAC
dawg
Mad money out here
What you tryin to get it? (word up)
You gonna bust your gun to get it? (tsh, whatever yo)
I hear you I hear you
[dmx]
Uhh, I've
Keep pushin' we fell, bastards
To get over, we prowl with slippery shell tactics
Chipity frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups
Lil' nigglet, what
"Get-Back"? (Gang)
Came with the drum and it got a lotta kickback
Water duck your melon, 'cause my boy might split that (ooh)
Got your mama screamin', I did
as soon as I can
**Beeps**
[Lil' Rob]
Hey wuz up Shadow, this is Rob fool
You know we got some fools actin' stupid over here homie
So ah get back at me
jewelry that's always on gold
I know the storm is comin'
My pockets keep tellin' me it's gonna shower
Call up my homies, it's on
And poppin' tonight
An Infinity link
See, that's the strongest link in the world
By far stronger than the Cuban
It runs in the blood
(Buddah, bless this beat)
Go
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Spin on the low, go drop a bag and get a nigga buried
Lil' bro send shots out through your car, he think he Stephen
Pshh
Yeah, we just faded and we goin' with the flow
That how we do, we can go at it right now (pussy ass nigga)
(Naestro on the track)
Pussy
called fo', if I ain't hit that ass
I'm Snoopy D-O-Dubb, I get it poppin' 'cause
And when I'm in the buildin', they get to poppin' up
They get
to the hook and I
Get back at you in five" because
Hey lil mama
It's Young Money you heard about it
It's like a fairytale book and pokin' out it
And I ain't
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