Lyrics:
[K RoC ]
Hoe, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me
Throw a chump
and run a man through da crowd
He gonna give me sumthin
Brap Rap my niggas
and flashlights
Ease back and don't give me no feedback
Yo,"Ice cool out",yo,fuck that
I'm hot,I'm putting niggers in cots
Some get knocked out,some just get shot
got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause they're
get mad 'cause we won't flip-flop
'Cause RBL's just like a truck with no brakes, punk, it don't stop
Like Tony the Tiger you know our shit is like great
featuring Insane Clown Posse
* the typist assumes best guess only on any Spanish pronounciations
"Yeah!
Let me know.(Whats that.)
on the dash roll a dolla do a line
pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
or the funky shit by the I.M.P
now im high like a motherfucking jet
fuck a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set
he ain't goin' blow like me
But give me a quarter of his bonus and half his budget
And I guarantee he go double but if you don't, you in trouble
hair can't be nappy!"
Blonde and blue-eyed, or dark-skinned half a G
A disease, created by leprosy
Don't speak of bleach, bend them to right
Say,
got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause they're
fog
this was a triple six verse not a triple four
and after this, im gonna give you some more
yeah and it don't stop
yeah and it won't quit
dre dog is
ah, oh) , fuck you mean? Ooh
Ayy, sippin' Easter pink, Gucci on the mink
(Ayy) she gon' give me head, but
That bitch don't even think, uh
(Bitch don't
got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause they're
Wicked, wicked now it's on
I murder your whole city
Nigga like frank nitty's hideous insidious
Niggas betta give me respect when I flex
Comin' tech
man
It took you, it flipped you, it dipped you, it kicked you
Onto the ground, refuse what they tell you
I ain't no angel give you happy 'hella vibes
Like an Eagle
Don't play me for a chump, I get around like Gump
And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck
And you don't want no motherfuckin'
And I'm givin' hands word two fuck them all
Body-ody-ody, it's givin' hottie
And I don't give a fuck if a bitch feelin' hot b
Throw them bands up
If you
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
a day
Tryin to figure out the proper description of me
And I came to the decision that there's no one syllable or phrase
That can adequately describe this
a message in blood "To be continued motherfucka"
[Wish]
Never praying at night
Cause the heavens don't want me
Sold my fuckin' soul so I can live through
Little weave! I'll let them suckas
Know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Mess with me and get
got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause they're
the Roxy my style
Don't copy been dead, Yung Mutt just a proxy
Approximately the posse autopsy was sloppy
Lacing my blunt with epoxy
No way Jose one way
Let's get 'em!)
Don't look now, but I'm back!
Now give me all my props again
I gotta kick your motherfuckin' ass for steppin' on my moccasins!
pump, pump me up)
Quick like a reflex, written like a school text
OMB, slap the bass, Rosco, bust the flex
All you posses, come on and give it up
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