Lyrics:
shots in his hood quick
This big tymin' man, put them little rides up
We 600 whippas put them little 5s up
Cash money, we ain't ducking and dodging
We
done put in work
I ain't know, I was livin' next door to Captain Kirk.
kepta smirk on his face, lookin' like drug swappin',
come to find out,
be floatin' in the breeze...
[Fiend:]
Now, Now, Now P, all the time, I done put in work
I ain't know, I was livin' next door to Captain Kirk.
you're ready for action
I'm in the mood, baby, ohh, yeah
Forget ya nigga, stand and revizzle
Put ya back into it, when I work da middle
Make it hurt
writin raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers,
on the ?
That ass thicker than a mo'fucker
Her mama bad, I tryna hit it that's a motherfucker
In that Mausoleum looking like Selena
And I'm Fat Joe, Don
TROUBLE!
TEACHERS TEND TO GET UPSET WHEN YOU PUT THEIR HEADS
ON THE BODIES OF BIG FAT ANIMALS!
I CAN'T BELIEVE I LET YOU TALK ME INTO TAKING THE BLAME FOR
sent a savior
Im sent to save ya
I conversate day to day
Thru faith
Wit my maker
By fate
He put me face to face wit you fakas
Addressing em all
Knowin I
is lyin in they second drawer
Next door to some bullshit they ironed
Ya'll be makin up stories that them little kids be buyin
I do everything my Penn
Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate
to put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the Pocahontas
Beauty queen you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas
Pimp in my own fuckin rhyme yes I'm
A pimp, in my own, fuckin rhyme
Pimp in my own fuckin rhyme yes I'm
These bitches be poppin game, and wearin
ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess
Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga
[Lloyd Banks]
Ya if I put a dress code all
her at 7
and she still gettin' ate
Ya now she do me
and girl what the bitch say?
"daddy please could you come
and put some tears in my face" (haha)
the whole damn world
We gangsterous!
Bitches on niggas, let them think they got game
We sent them hoes, them hoes know Bob by they name
We put the P's in
pounds
but when you see him, He just dancing in the Background
I tore Game apart
thought by now the asswhole would have a change a heart
Especially since I
niggas on the Eastside
(Put your hands on it)
I wrote this for my niggas on the Westside
(Hands on ya heat)
All my niggas in the north run, run with me
the beam homie
Bout ah case of White Tee's and put your team on em
So play the wrong card umma finish what you start
Call the stick Joe Clark make ya lean
Skin Tight
By K-joe Amaru & Bambi
Verse 1
Pretty girl let me know if you’re single
Lil‘ Scan over ya fingers no ring on
Sexy Body take it
fifty pounds so they bagged it down and grammed it (what you do?)
Baggin' down and gram it (uh huh)
Put it in a sandwich (Goddamn)
Bag with the paper
da, you da, you da baddest (yeah yeah)
Fly pilot taking planes by herself (by herself)
Yea shorty is a winner and a go getter (wouh)
Don't care about
Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown
left
I see motherf***ers staring like they want to step
So I'm grabin' my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's
and then
I caught sex, yes
And no permanent diseases were caught when I caught that
Now the games been offset, 'cause I'm strange in a lost mess
I caught
funky niggao that funky nigga doe
Kickin' in doors you beta grab ya hoe
I see ya cruisin' in the late night
Creepin' wit my nigga B-Legit and 40
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