Lyrics:
drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well that's the way I
early baby
Two thirty baby won't you meet me by the be..
Carolina I breathe
I gotta hoodie on in this breeze
I gotta hunnit songs to release
I gotta
fake
And as the days go by, you can?t forget
The way I make you feel like shit
Mc?s like you, I?ve seen ?em before
You keep on saying "f**k too
to wear a helmet
Easily found for the pass by the scent of my armpit
[Chorus 2]
She is fine, she's a dime, I'm a 6, she's a 9
No such thing as a dime,
can i buy buy by
i ben around da world like puffy and mase like mista biggs dawg im
im bout 2 catch a case i kno u ben using me so i got sum bad news u
make assumptions on your whole life, like they know ya
First off I was born in October
10/20/1992, Black mother gave birth to a soldier
In a jacked world
I choke....nope, nah, hold up. Aight, listen....Fucking go!!
(Violent J & Shagy 2 Dope)
I'll stab you with an umbrella, and then open it!
(Nooo!!)
the product
When you multiply by one, the same number is the answer
Let's move on to the rest and really get to know these factors
2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, 14, 16,
mil' so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it's back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like
a nigga like Koop, a nutcase
And I can tell by the day it's gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for your life, my big black butcher knife
Now I
earth
Since ’99 I’ve been rap-immersed
And I’ll never quit writin all these tracks and sparkin up a verse
Here’s a reference to literature
Like William
I got it
Your mom is so fat (How fat is she?)
Your mama is so big and fat that she can get busy
With twenty-two burritos, but times are rough
I
1, 2, 3, 4!
The flaming shot is killing sailors on the docks
By mistaking a mermaid for the women of their hearts
When they drown in the deepness
Changin' channels to find a new romance
Happy-sad songs by force of circumstance
We might still have a chance
I believe that pride can cast a chill
I
I got it
Your mom is so fat (How fat is she?)
Your mama is so big and fat that she can get busy
With twenty-two burritos, but times are rough
I
the mic makes you look like a rapper
But you're just a sloppy copy cat
Front on me and I'm a hit you with a bat
Bottom of the ninth, two out, and I
the culture, nigga, by just existing
Delete my tweets 'cause I'm ashamed of being a fuckin' Simpson
I told my mom I was gay, why the fuck she ain't listen?
I
99 HE LAYED A MILE OF RUBBER DOWN A TWO LANE STREET HE WAS CUSSING YOUNG LOVE AND FOOLS LIKE ME WE HAD WHISKEY ON OUR BREATH AND ICE IN OUR
of flesh posses no fear
Are you there my dear God
Look at what you have done
Pounding steps, heated breath
My mouth is dry
Every step that I take I can
Speed don’t mean nothin' to me
I just wanna know can you make me falsetto
I can be what you need baby just give me what I want
99 in the fast lane
Devil you go collect wotowoto
If you try me
You go collect wotowoto
If you try me (2x)
Born with a silver spoon
I gave it away
Grace found me unlike
smells like rot and beer
Bitch I got a feeling that I can’t quench
Staring at a caved in face dent
The corpses in the shape of a price
That’s 5.99 signed
Cleatus Beetmeatus
JM99 Pornelious
This is your fault. We stuffed you in the vault
In 1961, forming Frito-Lay incorporated
At the time, Cheetos were one
Oh, what a night, yo, that I've just been through
I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue
These two guys, no three guys, no four, no, this
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