Lyrics:
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Uh
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
Yeah,
slang
Your world is ghetto
It's where I live; it's where I'm from
It's where you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto
I could never win
coming back wit extra nugs
That smile is my drug
When u show me love
Get a lil messy
Coming out the tub
Look a lil dressy
Coming out the club
I just wanna
know I'm perfect
Said you made her block me, fuck you scared of lil nigga
She ain't get that ass from doin stairs lil nigga
It's Mr. Steal Yo Bitch
going down" and told me "get in bed"
Love you I know it now they way you kiss the head
They called you by my name they called you Mrs. Gregg
And we was
down, put them in a woodbox be laid down...
[LIL WAYNE:]
Pussy ass nigga don't talk to me
I make this bitch bring your heart to me
I'm only 5 '8
That's my brother Mr. Kane
Mr. Abel
10 g's on the table
Bringin hoes ass niggas to they knees
To the coffin from the cradle
Lick the salt when I
lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos
coming back wit extra nugs
That smile is my drug
When u show me love
Get a lil messy
Coming out the tub
Look a lil dressy
Coming out the club
I just
the back fronting
They rocking cuffs and, put the eight up, repercussion
You know my name, so there's no need for introduction
I'm Mr. Done it all, so
[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today
To marry this young nigga in his own special thug way
Do you promise to love and respect
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
got beef for 400 grand by my man, from the crater
I won't go dig my nigga casket up, take it down Highland road
Take pictures wit your casket while
Straight dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin' they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature 'cause
'm rich and (I'm a flirt)
Hey homie, if you ain't gettin' no money
You better keep her away from me ya dig
Well if u love ya girl
And wanna keep ya girl
thug need a little love too, baby, how 'bout me?
Told her don't call me "lil' stink" 'cause I smell like money
I puttin' down it greatest, baby, hold
your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find
rapper, spot smacker
Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker
A shy nigga, but I ain't ya fuckin' comforter
And If I ever fall in
[Chorus - Lil Shade]
Theres my homie with all my bloods
Get your ass here and show some love
and uhh welcome to new york city
i said welcome to new
no mattress
Brooke Valentine like to take it from behind
Face down, ass up
Shit I love it when she climb
Now we can all be celebrity cousins
And if I
Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump
him up
I'm Mr. Jump outside the whip and get it cracking
Took a break from dropping music
Nigga, Jugg is back in action
Y'all got lucky
Hit my cousin
Hey, say lil' buddy
Come love, good god
With your sugar brown hairs
Girl my [Incomprehensible]
Where you at y'all
With my coolness I roll with my
go HAM, I go HAM, I go HAM, I go HAM
I got hoes going HAM when I
Step up in the club fuck the VIP
I'm in the crowd with the thugs
Hood bitches love
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