Lyrics:
rawhide, hardworkin',
Blood sweatin', Hollerin', your world wreckin'
Ladies of eighty three
Ladies you want to be
We're not the first but that matters
scare me
And you ain't gotta double dare me, hear me
Loud and clearly? Rats aren't near me
Wire-tap niggas get blood in they earpiece
I'm from New
Die by the game
It's in my blood
Cause real niggas don't change
Hustle first and ball later man
Guaranteed everything gone be greater man
Real niggas
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man
(repeat)
Verse 3: (Capone)
Peep the gangsta physiche, slim, fire with a fetish
move with a deathwish, bullets turn
Luba, it was only the finest wine
Means or no means
Only the finest place to dine
Paris in the sixties you had three sons
Handsome husband by your
sayin'?
Yo, go 'head (rip that shit)
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessy-holders and old-school niggas, then I be
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
you in disguise
All rise I am getting by no lies I am getting high
I am not worried about the next you can bet
I will get mine my old lady got
talking about Faith when loved being called Big Poppa by ladies in the place with the style and grace
And was those the same honeys getting money playing
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen"
"We are tonight's entertainment"
Let's go get the song started
'Bout to drop the bomb and explode it
Tick-tick
you hear the song so dance
Don't always think I'm tryna get in your pants
Um, 'cause see me, my pimpin's in 3D
I'm takin' you places you only see
blood
A video was trending on social media
A pregnant lady was crying in pain
She was carried by some gentlemen to cross a river
She was in labour just
the madness
Three inches more
My hair is a forest
I don’t need none of
Y’alls violence
Check your time
Homie we timeless
Lay low for a while
And you’ll find
by 4 inches
I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy
My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody
I did too much dirt to turn back now
I'm
a
Baby by a Denver Nugget
You don't love him, you want security, baby
Your bugging financial liberty you're after
It's how you live
But the blood test
I'm talkin' down home
Smothered in gravy, Cool J be
Havin' young ladies
Bustin' like three eighties
Lubricated silencers
Crushin' all challengers
"Can't ya diggit, Honey?"
"Rated XXX"
For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef,
Chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth,
ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em? Will I diss 'em? That's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin', I replace them, huh?
far its blood money
Yes money
Now I got a lot before it was no money
Don poppin'
Brunches by the bay discussion new money
Tag poppin'
Ferragamo
get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out
pants
Sunday there's an old blood hound with
A opossum in a tree
Ladies come to see us singin'
In a three part harmony
Here come the Gator Boys
No I just -I wanted to say I liked
Your butt, but I thought
That was too forward, you know
Mark: Hey, this next song is for all
The ladies in
[Benzino]
Ladies and gentlemen, right now
We want to bring forth to the stage
A very special guest
The undisputed Made Men
[Antonio Twice Thou]
Ayo
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