Lyrics:
in my class then
But then I got booked which
Equaled up to my absence
That was an addition to your buzz but
Now I'm bout to subtract it
So simplifying
Gargle beatas you stabbin' that heart or haul
It's the habit that scarred the nina
But I'm buzzin' shots by the dozen
Dare of the crew, Caribou Lou
If it ain't about a bag
We can't even speak
They think it's sweet
Til I'm blowing like the horns up on this beat
Cornball speech stop talking loud
is illa-illa
Catch me in that dirty-dirty
Feed up in that villa-villa
So live I'm the '05 Thriller in Manila
Come through with the triple village
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
Yeah, all those conversations we had in our bed are gone
You were just a simulation by my side up all night long
Now there ain't no concentration, I
claat boi me nah hafa deal wit dat
Yo I'm a superstar for de world dem call 'I'm Darryl Mack"
I turned around and said, "Word up cop!"
He said,
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man
Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun we'll have big
I stay loaded, like a damn ram I'm pullin' up, Anywhere I don't give a damn
I like to stay loaded, like a Brinks truck The whole Team pullin' up
cant ever lose b
Now I'm on 20th floor
In a hot jacuzzi!
What!
Big exhibitions
Things are different
Recognition
Travellin britain
Packin my suitcase
I'm pulling up in the middle of the meet
I'm running late, but it's fashionably
Got all these niggas with they eyes all over me
They see my fur, yeah
Fischer bring heat like a stove does
Don't get your hopes up
Don't get your hopes up
Big house
Nice cars
Living our lives like movie stars
Trips abroad
Son of a bitch, you'll be runnin' up all the time
Tryin' to test my hood
I'm chillin' up in my hood up to no good
Punk bitch, I wish you would,
down
(What you mean?)
I want you to feel secure when I'm around
(Ah) that's mackin'
Oh, don't sleep, I gets down, mack packin'
This is how you tell
See
Niggas day i speak gaupaness
Homie I'm speaking cake
Me and girl posted by the beach or
Eatin at a lake
Big bowls of that good tree
Blows of that açaí
Lil
dealt, didn’t fold em
Weight on My shoulders big enough for 10 Boulders
10 Toes down in the field Like a soldier
Im flawless find one expose it please
Wake up know the sun gon' shine
First thing i'm bout do imma get real high
Kick my feet up put my mind on rewind
I get to thinking bout the time
little car, ridin' out in my Little car
Got me dancin' in my little car, having Fun in my little car, even by myself in My little car
Packin' big heat in
Of this trainwreck of my life
Sometimes it makes me want to cry
Sometimes I'm havin a good time
So I laugh and get by
Yeah I laugh and get by
Stayin
You know I'm packin’ it
I'm shooting shit I been Practicing
Smokin ya big bro
You could get hit low
No I ain't talking bout tackling
Her pussy wet had
know we widdit
When it's over you can hug me tight
You know we widdit
Packin heat cause I'm a thug for life
You know we widdit
Play with me
daddy, puttin' this gas off in my Cadillac
Back, don't ever snap, packin' the gats and pimpin' whores
Hors d'oeuvres, swerve, hit the curb because I'm
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