Lyrics:
out of East Atlanta went Osama
They killed them Florida boys and baby mamas, bloody summer
It was major drama, word to my dope dealing mama
Before
playas out the sox, daily
Yo, weekly, daily, hourly
Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly
That I'm down with the capital C-B T
Boy, you can't suck with
breathin' (mmm), damn
I love a ho with a fat ass
Boy, you a bitch with yo rat ass
You stalkin' my shit with yo mad ass
Like Mike Jackson, do it , you
this shit up by so I spend by myself nigga fuck all the help
Yeah
I feel just like Tony when he jumped off the boat
Gotta get me some dope cause I
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
tracks
Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack
The ingredients EPMD and Scratch for that
Yo, I'm the hip-hopper, plus the show shocker
Down with MD,
the E-R-I-C-K, yes the Boy Wonder
No fouls no bleeps no bloops or no blunders
So hot, so you can say I'm blazin'
Or Luther Vandross says, yo I am
"So amazing,
jump out boys
Scream freeze
Guess he cold
Break the rules
Prolly lose yo life
Im guessing
He told
Get one life
You lose it
And you cant
Comeback
Yea
alone
Dog's will fetch like every bone
Long as it's as white as snow
You throw the bone and he will go
Better find yo triggers boy
(Triggers boy)
That
Clinger
We still bring the hardcore with r&b singers
While the beast ask you out like hoes on Jerry Springer
Yo rally hot boys feel so sick
And I
bring the hardcore with r&b singers
While the beast ask you out like hoes on Jerry Springer
Yo rally hot boys feel so sick
And I won't stop 'til I'm
can not see you too small like amoeba
Boy Im the goat
Im the shit
Im the fecal
Spittin that shit its so dope its illegal
Boy I be high like the pussy
I’m elevating when I’m smokin’ dope
And I don't even need a single drug to help me cope
Third eye open and I’m ready to flow
Boy you slippin’ on your
overload
Know they tryna ride my wave
Use to get it in by the boat
Boy you make this shit look easy
I tell them I know
Open up the pack of OG
Yeah I got it
the tool was mine, then I feel no shame
Never seen it in my life, so I knew I was framed
Then I called my boys, "What's up?
Yo get with it, find outa
in the hallway with her arms crossed
Baby boy face full of applesauce
Maybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault
Too much pressure, I peel off,
for some dick
I was taught by the OG's, lace me mane
When I was nine years old a student of the game
Used to be the lookout kid when them boys came
addicted to dope
You don't want the smoke, you'll choke when I tie your neck in a rope
Seal your fate like an envelope, you and your boys put the whores in
the wok by my side
You pussies want static me and faygo gon slide
303 you know where i be
Smokin on wood thats whole lotta tree
My boy comin in he rack up
If you ain't talkin money, I charge by the hour
cnd f*ck yo baby daddy, that boy is a coward
Started from the bottom but I'm up now
Say the wrong
by Maloney
Never need nobody for shit
My grandma told me this, I been knew I was a man way back when I was six
You cappin' boy, I never heard you
Pierre (Ooh!)
Oh my! Oh oui!
Whole squad on fleek (Oh-oh-oh boy!)
No lie, no sleep
All eyes on me (Oh-oh-oh boy!)
I got the dope, boy
Runnin'
muthafuckin' hand on yo' gat
And if the police roll up
And say turn it down
You burn it down muthafucka
'Cause we comin' real again, 19 nigga 3
Boy real again we
In the war zone with the hittas
Yeah, check gang though
I'ma pop up on you in the latest
Count my racks up, take a little dope
Get my pistol, I
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