Lyrics:
guns, I kept one wit me
In the flatbed in the back of an F-150
I see three and the six, me and the Clipse
Squeeze off, pop the guns, you seein'
Can I hit in the mornin
Without givin you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you want me?
If I couldn't get you finer things
Like
I belong to you
But you were wrong so now what ya gon' do
Bad by myself
I can do bad, bad by my damn self
I can do bad by myself
Yo I done it
wit The Lench Mob
(AmeriKKKa's most wanted)
Back in the day I dip my shirt in dirt
Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt
But if you
gone, then I gots to know now
Is you wit me or what? Think I'm tryna get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me the butt, what
I'm politicking
everybody's goin crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talkin I'm scarin ya
I'm darin ya to raise hell
I can't drop!
And you can find me in your city
Steezed out wit' my hoodie on
(I go, I go, I go so hard)
I got my 501 jeans on!
(Wit' my
out's finna get hit, get put in a ditch
Yukmouth runnin, livin this shit
"Ice Cream Man," I invented this shit
Ain't no gimmicks to this, my shit is
stomp your feet
[ VERSE 1 ]
Yukmouth pursue the Benjamins, the future like Timbaland
Eat shrooms like Eminem, pop X like Lil' Kim
Hot sex to gentlemans
to kick the game.
Spit yo' game,
Talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks,
Squeeze your clip and hit the right one
Pass that weed l gotta light one
wanna show you what a GIB, I'd rather be sippin' Remy in VIP,
When you hear the music it'll be by me, Twista with the legendary nigga BIG,
Brooklyn
return
Wit the Biz Mark, Biz Mark
Wit the Biz Mark, Biz Mark
Wit the Biz Mark, Biz Mark
Wit the Biz Mark, Biz Mark
Well I'm here to show you like
niggas get tried, survivable, nobody liable,
I got caught by 5-0, grandmama came to court wit her bible,
But when the judge hit the gavel, too far from
tha back wit they legs up
And im gon tell u how i want it whether head or guts
Im spread nuts, set it up, i show you how to wet it up
2 and 3 to 4 how
tight
All the freaks come out tonight
For the dough oh, on the ho stroll
[Verse 1:-Dru Down]
You got some money?(I got a tender)
And you can bend
Yes I'm in love with you
(I put one in him! Hey, yo, you got your thang?)
Yeah, man, I'm strapped let's go hit 'em
It blows my mind to see so many
gone, then I gots to know now
Is you wit me or what? Think I'm tryna get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me the butt, what
I'm politicking
[Chorus - R. Kelly]
I'm a gigolo, spending lot's a dough
You can tell the way wide-body, sitting on vogues
And how I'm shining, wit the fresh, fresh
in one do tour make 'em sick with no cure,
As she sits by da bar she sips cristy,
In the mist of da party,
They bump hits by J.D.,
Da B-R-A-T, we
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
(Fuck that) got T in dis bitch wit me (yeah)
5th hit the weed (you got all that shit yeah)
I got young money up and now I got my feet up
Toon in
j cruise wit' the 2's
To fix the damn fools dat think I'm slippin' wit' my juice
Breakin old habits so hard to do
Das why you see me on the same
niggas greasy because I'm built like that
Bury niggas easy 'cause they get kiled like that
If you ain't in it wit me than you in my way
But either
Kill and execute 'em
I blast first 'til they body me
Like my guns in variety
Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be
But front
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