Lyrics:
If you in this VIP
And you ain't spending no money get the fuck out
We need them bottles. Sparkle something
Say you ballin', boy, we gon' need
sandwich bags and Arm and Hammer
With a scale I'm going hammer
Trap jumpin I got junkies watchin burglar bars and cameras
Phone charging in my Monte
kiss my ass
I'm tired of listening to your naggin
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
One day I got shot by Cupid
This was when this relationship went stupid
We was
a second...
You wanna make a deal with me hah?
Yeah!
Well ah, i don't know man, you know...
I just don't know about this...
What?
See, cause i...
Listen,
You can't fuck with me! Trapper conti
Warfare my clan specialize in putting cats in wheelchairs
Pack a .38 Snubnose name brand clothes
What's money
(rings)
Pots in the beat, it's a bake-off (packs)
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)
Make a bitch dance with
the bathroom
Who that man with the big strong hands
On her ass in the club with the paps? Baby, that's you
Front seat chillin' with the window down
I be ten
we come wet ya up
I got off my ass to run it up
You got off yo ass to chase a duck
Ahhh that's krazy
I don't fuck with many these niggas fugazzi
If you
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
with this thug livin', will I escape prison?
Penitentiary chances was an all day thang
The only way to advance, and if you slang
Then you'd better
Let me live, let me live
Let me live with a fuck to give
If I suffocate one more day in ritual
Lethargy, well, there ain't no thing habitual
Suicide
Stickin to ya ass like thighs
I ain't eatin pussy but I like that pie
Thing look krazy
Make a nigga wana fly
Make a nigga wana have one by the sky
How long will they mourn me? Bury me a motherfuckin' G
Bitch don't wanna die, then, don't fuck with me
It's kinda hard to be optimistic
When your
Eyes to the sky, gettin' topped wit no top
It's 9:45 the movie start at 10 'o clock
We gettin' it in, inside the parkin' lot
It's like this, fuck the AC
You see (uh)
On this here stage tonight is something legendary (yeah)
He goes by the name of The Creator (crazy, ayo)
But you, you call him Tyler
and anger
Stabbing devils in their chest with a rusty ship anchor
Blood and sand we command and conquer
Wasted land,
Then expand the regions undiscovered by
Can't none of em' fuck with me lyrically
Dead fuckin serious, on that drank
Don't know how I'm steering spend a comma
Make your chest look like a period
at the reflection of my foreign car by are & are
I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel
You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel
that pussy till she tired she cumming an she cant stop it
She held me down she was solid an she aint fuck with nobody
Fuck what they saying thats
Yeah
Sendin' this one out, to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed, without weed
Know what I'm sayin'?
That old real shit
There's a war goin'
Hottest niggas in the game
Mmg, tour starts in a few weeks
If you fucking with it, fuck with me
Ha ha
Watch cost me a buck, chain cost me
the rhyme-ass trickster or outcast
of intellect, I wreck shit with my own sect
The ace in the hole, I'm the Derelict of Dialect
..
[MC Serch]
3rd Bass, but not
this girl
And
Instead of watching my own dream
This is not what it seems; so calculated
Now that it's completed
I'm cautious with daylight
I'm
three strikes
Living in jail this is hell enemies die
Wonder when we all pass, is anybody listening
Got my hands on my semi shotty
Everybody's snitching
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