Lyrics:
see, we just out to get paid, but, oh
No, niggas heard the flow and wanted a piece of the cake. It
Kinda pissed me off that ? figured they could get
Black)
I got a problem
Money dividends gotta solve'em
I heard you niggas they out to rob man
I can't let'em get me bro
I can't let'em get me
No I
Grab the wall, take it off, work it out, pretty
Then you wobble on the wall
When ya rock your body for the 504 Boyz, come on
I want 'em slim in
back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Well it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin' gift of gab
I hit
[Krayzie]
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
[ clapping your hands] 4x
[chorus]
As we ride by the end of the night
You will
weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
my own preaching means
And thinking why I'm leaving rhymes leaking by the evening
Who'da thought the hammer hit ya?
The Ruger spark, leave you
Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk, drinkin' that Crissy
Niggas mad, don't like it 'cause I'm bangin' they
you?)
Nah (you thought I was-)
You thought you was runnin' that shit on me like that?
(Stop playin' with 'em, riot) (let's get it)
Nah
You thought
the sirens, form the alliance
South Bronx, Brook-lawn, nigga, New York Giants (c'mon)
Leave 'em brainless
Hit 'em with the stainless, it's the
(World's,
on my Bred 11s
And now my soles got a piece of your soul in 'em
This is how I really get
I pull out the Drac' whenever I'm upset
I got a Truly inside
grimey sometime I get slimey
I'm sorry I just let shit just walk by me
If that nigga sweet then I'm gone creep behind him
He like a toy in the store that
(Back up, back up, they lookin)
Aiyyo Son, I'ma hit that nigga right now Son
Word to mom I'ma hit him out the window Son
(Yo you buggin' Son!)
they don't give a fuck about P
If they could kill me, believe me, they would
That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good
When them street, lights,
the new drip
Niggas finna get hit
All you niggas fake
All you naggas lame
Father creeper done come with the pain
Hit em with the K
Spray em with the K
mind when I find an instrumental
Escape from reality
Hustle mentality
Can’t bring me down I’ll hit you with a fatality
Bro I swear I’m losing my
a nigga come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that
a nigga, bang,
Peel a trigger, bang,
Comin' up out to wet 'em, man.
Off with the blood,
Put 'em in the mud with a slug thug gotta get paid,
Reachin'
And Montana, I kill 'em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin' them hammers
X what up? (Aight)
If you don't live that, you shouldn't say
Stopped at the light see some hoes watch 'em jock us
I'm so roll with my electric top
Hit a button, ain't gotta get out, fuck with nuthin'
Let the top
on a Range, new shit {*scratches*}
Look 'Bonic really been through shit
Pay close attention when Boo' spit
Uh, lack 'a that'll get you hit
And don't care
i was raised to be a victor
And im clutch like a field goal kicker
Judge a kid by his weapon, house ball V
We at the alley haven't seen em in weeks
So
[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
(Blaze up)
(Oh yeah)
World wide, west side
Yo
Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop
[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
(Blaze up)
(Oh yeah)
World wide, west side
Yo
Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop
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