Lyrics:
Yeah! Pussies don't get pussy
Brooklyn (uh-huh)
Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil' bitch
Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit
I spent a lot on the wrist
I get it poppin lil bitch
My nigga we are in the building
And you boys is not on the list
I got a lot of em pissed
Check
real
In the street bihhh
Only god can judge my sins
Since a lil kid
I been in the field
In them trenches serving leaks
Didn't need help
When i had dem
(Uh-Uh)
So I had to go get my quarterback like niggaz who step in them cleets
Hut 1, Hut 2, now you in some trouble fool
And my brother don't like you now,
Trouble My Nigga I'm Killing a Lot Of These Nigaz Slow I Be Bouje My Tongue, my Nigga My Tongue Be Flippin On Niggaz No cin't No Good G More Trouble My
murder, you can get it, if my fam don't eat
And, we slam niggaz, like we Lil' Malik
We want that Powerball money, Easter bunnies, Wool-light money
Hey
lost my twin
Stay solid, maintain, never fold, never bend
Better days came, yeah, lil' Oso made it out the pen
I'm balling in the game, I ain't gon' stop
off in the spot I change the weather
Call dat flood money
Man you ain't lit
You niggaz flexin' with the plug money
Searching everywhere we know you
the Act in the Phantom
I'm too hot to hot to handle
The police hate my guts
'Cause the niggas kicking dust
They was raised by us, what the fuck
to 'em, talk to 'em, talk to 'em
[Lil' Kim] + (Swizz)
Just to prove to why'all niggaz that I'm still on top
I told Swizz, give me the gutter shit you
man
My nigga I remember running from cops
Getting shot at by niggaz
Be hard not to cry in this both sometimes man
I use to flood da streets wit weed n
southern California
told you niggaz before shit we right here by the border
So holla at a nigga if you want some marijuana
Blowin’ in traffic nigga fuck
there?)
Yo, hey yo
[Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman]
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand
ready to stomp
Play these hoes like trump
get one pass one
Disrespect poke these niggaz in the eye
Wit a blunt big boy we got them D- drugs
Ain't
state
Just a lil' food for thought
Take a lunch break
Beefing wit' my niggaz
Ain't recommended 'cause this
The type shit you don't
Wanna go stepping in it
trouble with niggaz like us
Try me I'll fuck your whole life up
To the group of haters that don't like us
Dip Set fuck nigga now what
[Chorus]
trash
I'm da best in my weight class
Mayweather
I hear these lil niggaz talkin
But I'm way better
That yo bitch
She told me that I taste better
Dick all
don't do drive by, niggaz we track down
Straight look you in the eye before i gun you down
I gotta bail you out you got no choice
All you gotta do is
weight see
fam and the niggaz don't make me, since you don't make me, can't break me
My crib $250,000 I'm livin' in housin' and payment
I got the Vegas in
And I'll serve ya
See Lil Boosie from that South Side (That South Side!)
In they mouth got bout five
Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black
get mad nigga don't cha
When you see me win you get mad nigga don't cha
Niggaz tried to box me out
Trap me in a bubble
Saw my line wasn't blocking
Knew
in love with a demon
She feel in love with semen
Who gon stop me ?
I feel like Rocky
keep a gun right by my side
Cause niggaz move Rocky.
cll this
I'm saying?
Now thug niggaz die but multiply in doubles
Wrapped in plastic
Or closed casket for our troubles
Pressed in times
We busted like
last, look at my niggaz who fell
P-A-T and Big Steve, stay in heaven or hell
Lord please let em be with you, body rocking and shocking
And if they is I
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