Lyrics:
spit nines and shi-dells
Put a pound to the tip of your niddose
Put em in line piddles
Diamond-stud shinin' the clito', the web spinnin'
With
Gettin' freaky in the club
That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way she's windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so
drip is somewhat pestilent
And now I’m reminiscing
How i used to be a kid in city
Hoping that you would just come roll with me
Shot me down 9 times had
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
my type
And you're winnin' from everything that your palm write
Put her in the Palms Hotel, Sin City
Devil in a dress, Platinum Chanel, live
Yo, TV's in the headrest, Sega entertainment
Pushed the Lex Land on the way to my arraignment
D.A. got a witness, lawyer can't explain it
Face
cllegra has got my heart
She's shown me so much from the start
In and out of bed she's got me by every thread
Summer flings sure get to your head
I
at five in the mornin'
I would've stopped to phone you
But I'm almost home
At my back door
There's a porch light that's shinin'
I just don't mind
hoes and shows, y'all)
Check it
Yo, yo, wakin' up about ten, kid
Jumpin' in the shower, peace about to make
Moves to slide like grease
What? I'm
who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city?
They say niggas like to do niggas
So me and the cop are just two niggas
A street walkin' nigga and a beat
time I hit the avenue
You know I stay shinin
Bitch you know I stay shinin
What
I'm up in the air, bitch I'm glidin
What
Yo bitch she so wet so I be
the daze like la la
I'm from the T Dot city
Where the city ain't pretty
The niggas gotta deal with the
Matas like rah rah
Stand by watch 'em gaze in
the weakest or aim to be the strongest
You procrastinate and be a pro of makin' progress
You either stoppin' or you goin'
Livin' in the dark, or you shinin
and it cost nine hunna
So-so-so-so ru-run up if you wanna
MAC in the backpack, right by the MacBook
And I rep that Harlem
And my Zombie niggas straight out
fucking with me
I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
Yeah, nigga what? You're now
Rocking with the livest
Beams on the llamas, New York City's finest
A drug
I can't live with society.
Now, how many niggas in yo clique want to ride on me?
[Chorus]
and the children's
And throw papier-mâché up inside of ya models
See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive
Allergic to ya sperm, broke hives
Concerned about ya
hear, we gonna bring a comet
Check for that shit in the millennium
You know what I mean? So, yo, y'all niggas man
Be the resurrection
The Gods is here man
and the children's
And throw papier-mâché up inside of ya models
See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive
Allergic to ya sperm, broke hives
Concerned about ya
Askin' 'bout all my slimes, yo
'Cause we booked a team
But homie for the green
We put nines on niggas like Rondo
'Glomerate, YMC, yo, bombin' shit
Big Bs
the reason I'm a speak my mind, keep from going insane
Now work with it, we in the last innin'
The world keeps spinnin', my peoples steady losin' while
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
I should have showed him
The lines spread out from
My house saying lonely
I know since south side niggas
Probably running yo homie
All this talk in
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