Lyrics:
pulled out his money, i'm pullin out that honey,
he stuff it in his stem* soon as he took it from me,
yellow teeth chaffed lips and his nose is runny,
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make
is
Waitress, bringin' 'em by the cases
For me and my real niggas
We not in the matrix i'm talkin' plane shit
That shit you have to join the gang wit
pump
Knock wood, it's all good, thank god for vodka
'Cause wit my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a fanatic waiting upstairs in
what I'm sayin
[VERSE 4]
I may not got no flow
But I ain't pimped by no negro
Backed by some
Cracka wit
His ass by the door
Therefore
I can never be
the spotlight, you get, um, jocked, right?
But your knot's not tight, huh?
Buckin' anybody who fuck wit' mine
When will they realize? I'm straight out to get
there's someone in my house
(911 dispatch) can you please run by your address for me
(woman) 151 shenedoah, shenendoah
(911 dispatch) ma'am where inside
is back, from shaolin's underground
Who's in town? you guessed it, you guessed it
It's the drunken monk, and i came to get cessted
Infested, wit deep
(And why do) dog niggaz (want a honey wit class?)
(Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass)
[DMX]
Uh, uh
Hey yo, who would ever think that
together: you know who you fucking wit
A nigga who can give a fuck when he broke
Give a fuck what he tote, got the drop then blow
You's a scared nigga
it all, fancy cars
Yeah the newest shit came a long way
Riding round on my Buick shit
Win by any means who said it best?
Kobe Bryant mind-state
I'm
it lands on another rap singers lips who can't think of sh-
Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit
Yo, who's king of this f- English lit'?
Let
face
and as far for feds, they gon have to get me at the top
when you see me, you betta ride if you got the drop
cuz i stay wit the magnum, the 3-5-7
to the models
Rolling up fat backwoods of gelato
Tell by her smile she feel like she hit the lotto
She a maneater like Nelly Furtado
I’m sorry lil baby I ain’t
the truth as I know it
I hold on but it's hard for me to handle
Too much lies corruption and scandal
Cops want to kill a brother or two
Who
Niggas got me behind the pot again, man
Fuckin' wit'chall product again, man, you
The Pyrex is bubblin', the stove is broke, fuck it
Use the flame
these fake rappers the way to go down
Down With The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown
Who wanna come and see, come and test me
Take about a million MC's
care if you don't believe what I'm telling (I don't)
I'm on a whole different level (what)
I be dancing wit the devil (yeah)
Who want smoke I'm down with
u all in
A ride if i fly in a jet in my hood u
Need a chopper might get by
Wit a techya hear me
My young got the chopper once he turn
Around it's
Nelly
It went mainstream and it caught mass appeal
Hey, that ain't bad, shit
It's why I got a deal
But no matter what, I'm 'a just be me
Go triple
wit the clique
But would you bang with the clique if it was thick
or do you just ride dick?
Cause playa', I don't know you, nigga' tell me who you
High society
Low sobriety
They spy on me
Don't lie to me
Who side wit me
Who fly wit me
Who gets by with me
So you could really see
Infected so
of bags comin'
Young bad bitch at the table wit somethin'
You already know that I'm loaded of Ganja
AP, half a ticket on me
New bitch, quarter mil'
victims speak in whines
And where the hardened cried
I was sent here by a three foot half-wit in a wig
I took his insults on the chin, and never did I
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