Lyrics:
a choice to do our own thing
Writing songs and always hustlin'
Who got the bomb was the discussion
And when you bring it to us, betta have that strong
in her
And I can see us after school, we'd bomb
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even
need a book to put your hand in the fire
Shine On Sister!
Come on in cause it's cold outside
Kiss Me!
Kiss Me!
I can tell your name by
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta
[Joe Budden]
[starts off screwed] I live my life like a hood bopper
touched by evil, all
the damn cops)
Dem a call us, dem a call us
The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me
Call me a dope man, 'cause I rock dope beats
Jacked by
they still feel us
It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept (bitch)
You're talking nonsense to walking bomb threats
Contacts was blown by
the Midas touch
Sometimes it's hard as hell not to touch stuff
On the phone I heard 'Ye smacked the shit outta a kid
Now Jimmy got life, go smack him again
the Midas touch
Sometimes it's hard as hell not to touch stuff
On the phone I heard 'Ye smacked the shit outta a kid
Now Jimmy got life, go smack him again
mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow
Teach ya how to turn Yayo into dough (yeah)
The original don dada, nobody bomb harder (uh-huh)
Ya heard what I
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
place shell dong
Bad Like A Russian
Bomb when it touch it ground
Boom in the session
Di whole place shell dong
Move outta d way
Move outta d way
Move
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
got sprayed by Ike) shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
(Hitmaka)
Ooh (yeah), outta sight
Twenty bands, I ran through (ooh)
Yeah, pussy tight
as niggas gettin' beat by these pigs we shoot
Outta coupes - fuck peace and the boys in blue, we do the
Raw shit
HELL YEAH
It's the raw shit
HELL YEAH
Do you
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
One thing that I've always wanted to do ever since I was little,
I've always wanted to be abducted by a UFO.
Yeah sometimes, I just go hang out in
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh, the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas
the bomb dot com
Always there for us
That you can trust
We love you so very much
You're on a level no one can touch
MomMom you're just the dang bestest
If
we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em
Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme
Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens
Got a law for raw
that ransom
Leg up by the stove when I chef that bomb ting
Spread up the kitty, drip, drip, I'm handsome (and it's the)
Gun show, I dropped
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
outta some of y'all
Today all fucked up ways must fall
Today is up against the wall
Misled in the head fucked by quiet storms and love songs
Noddin'
Hope you stay mad a hater 'cause you can't touch us, huh
"It's time I see you"
Ayo, I ain't got a care in the world
Kidnapping your kid, maiming
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