Lyrics:
to the tables
Stay on some gat shit
Peep The Firm top draft pick
Collapsed on the opposition
Soldiers is captured god explain it
We rollers are the ones through
is gangster music and booty shakin' music
What we call it is that gangster party
If why'all ready for that gangster party, let me see you put your
'til it's mince meat
Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street
This is fight music
You know why my hands are so numb? (No)
'Cause my
cameraman, I'm the one they want to watch
Can I run my numbers up, let you niggas fall in love
Shawty I just want to nut, marble floors, I'm out the mud
inside of 3D
You know this shit is just funny
Cause I got these niggas, they out here, they all wanna be me
Even if you niggas wanted to copy this shit,
(Listen)
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lotta green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay Packer
I pack the zero's, meaning
the sights
Hide if you're wack cuz I'm
Running on live television
And snatching the mic from you hacks
Yes I'll bite if you snap
So don't try an attack
and I'm gon' stay alive
I think y'all want my bitches, I empty out on niggas
I'm gonna reach the top, Theodore's the crew and we ain't gon' stop now
and king go in the same box
The same block, I'm just never found in the same spot
And these two ratchets is twins, they got the same pop
It's bad boy,
that's one hell of a hospital bill
Can't seem to find my top, if you boys want proof listen
"Hello, 911 I'd like to report my roof missing!"
Last seen
[Jay-Z]
Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
with three of the illest niggas together
Street music and so
the way up
I'm all the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up
Shorty what you want? Shorty what you need?
My niggas run the game, we ain't
Yeah
Etana: Wo oh oh
Sweet, yeah
Yeah eh eh eh
Yeah eh eh eh eh eh yeah
Junior Gong: Now played by the King
Love is all I bring
Voice of the one
tough
I'm all out of Vicks Vapo Rub
And there's dust everywhere
And enough is enough
I want to live where the grass don't grow
A big high rise or a small
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
All this delusion in our heads is gonna brin' us to our knees
Know what I'm sayin', remain you 'til your casket drop
That's the only thin' that should
The mission is always to be on top
You can go ahead and criticize
I epitomize all the legends
You babies can go and hide
Oh you think you a beast
I need
This is the music
That you've been waiting for
Release all your inhibitions
Make your way to the dance floor
When the music starts playing
And your
pop pills, chase thrills, with a fleeting focus
No one wants to notice, go and play the music louder
Pour another shot all my friends are alcoholics
back down until I see your
Hands up
Tell 'em what the truth is
Stand behind the music
You gotta get behind
Cross your heart, hope to die
Splash
Chuck Norris all my brothers smoking strong
I said this pack Chuck this pack Chuck
Feds want ID, better catch us
Say you wanna picture, I don't know you
the bills
Cocaine residue up under fingernails
All on top the table and on every scale
Pop's scrips for me, I want every pill
Winter cold summer, never
numb from it
MC's in my circumference is confronted son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S
like no one but my boys could
This is real music and you better listen
Cause when I throw down I get to the top position
I'm always in the lead when I
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