Lyrics:
Out in the street, they call it murder
(Fuck D-Block)
Verse 1
Tony Yayo:
PUT YO HANDS UP
Gimme dat CHAIN and dat Jacob
One false move you get spread
(Yeah, keep tryin' me)
I'm still the type to gon' and slap the fucking shit outta you bro!
3rd quarter drop so tell yo' niggas I'm comin' with it
And this
and miss, then fuck around and get
Found in a ditch
Gotta labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this much
Freestyle shit, you can tell em I
My attitude Pardon Smoking on a garden
Sipping on lean by the pint or carton
Please don't get me started Beef I'll spark it
And if not homie then my
[Kool Keith]
Raising levels Jim
Flight seven oh four three two one red four
Green expanding to one
Moving levers up at seven decimal
before I play
And always keep enough dough to know I'm good for the day
I always walk my dogs off the leash and
Always get my thoughts off
Like "You ain't Lil' Wayne, you a lame
Man I got to go"
But I did it, and I was on a mission
And little by little a couple
Of 'em would get it
Was
I'm feeling like Tetuila
This is my own Dilemma, Dilemma Yea
Then came around a 3rd to turn it up
Met her on a cold chilly night my reading hall
She was
3rd
Me turn a paper chaser while me pray fi days be greater
Me never instigate fi kill no fren weh tun a hater
Real to me heart so Karma fade away me
on protein I'm with the bean soup and cabbage
Skins on the diet, kick the flavor, cause a riot
Do a show and get the dough and then I'm off to the Hyatt
So
time to day dreams gotta get my shit right hater and stack cream
Loyal fiends pushing white j Bieber
.2 .4 mr libra no cut earned stripes no zebra 3
that ya horny i'll kindly come
over and get things popped off
get into ya favorite game we call it 4play
i wanna kiss up on ya neck ill do it slowly
you
not have three or four, but you got one man (big boy)
I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force
ahead by three
But mind by ten years bruh
Who you testing, huh ?
You testing me ? (Me)
Or you tryna test the degree of the decree ? (Huh)
I'm a prodigy,
I ain't got no time for no bitches
I gotta clock my dough clownin'
Hittin' switches in a green 6-4
With the drink on deck and the bombest indo
By the law we dont obide
We take em all for a Ride
Dont wana see nobody
Dont wana be nobody
She finna move dat body
Baby where you get dat body
Oooh
in the three-piece suit
I spend all my dough-re-mi cutie
Shoop, shoop a-doobie, like Scoobie Doobie Doo
I love you in your big jeans, you give me
and blackalicious we coming for that dough to get
the lyrics that we wrote again
are sounding rather vicous beyond scientific
I'll snap like a doberman I'm unable
Burn Haterz, 33rd degree
Bad Bitch got that chemistry
Left your favourite rapper
In the cemetery
Then told these haterz go rest in peace
Critics
to crazy dough, I never get enough
Your money like old men, can't get it up
I'm spittin? up sicker stuff, middle fingers up
Luck, I'll never give y'all
broly wit dat free smoke
Iont really give no fuck about no freak hoes
I ah give him two shots and one free throws
He ghost he smoked bitch I need dough
exposed
All-a-something acting new, that's cool
Cool grip, inspecting these hurdles from jealousy circles
Get inspired by my life, I give you everything
played with Play Doh
The dough is real now, and dildo's feel how
A starvin hungry MC gets when
MC Filet Mignon is the fixin'
I'm starvin' up, it's time
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
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