Lyrics:
Bitch-ass nigga, ho-ass nigga (suu)
Trick asshole, oh
Jealous ass, envy ol'
Broke, man, fuck-ass nigga
I'm fully embedded, still building up leverage
I'm
that nigga, stop fronting
She said your new shit pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by
tongue trick)
Tongue tied (finna make me cum quick)
Tongue tied (baby, it's too fire)
Tongue tied (it grip like new tires)
I'm throwin' this ass
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played
Where's Daddy, dead,
Or in the KGB?
While my second has been curling up with my
Opponent, I have agreed to new terms with
Global Television, which in
style shot ya knot like a stun gun
I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
By this nasty-ass
they threw me out, now I'm at the pad
I'm at a new school, way cool
New hoes, new script, fresh fish
Walk up in the room and I bust a new bitch
I'm
script, fresh fish
Walk up in the room and I bust a new bitch
I'm in some new tail, wanna holla back
But for now let me holla back Impala black
She's a 12th
sister
And in this corner, we have the "Mr
Not-Havin'-It," it's the Mad, sinister
Dr. Evil, with his bag of tricks for
This little antagonistic faggot
to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
I'm the first muh'fucker that can outrun a bullet
It's them thug life niggaz and we don't like tricks
Got these punk
steps
A six year old with a new school bag
Starin' down his drive
Holdin' on to his mama's hand
he's going on his first bus ride
He's takin' steps
to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
I'm the first muh'fucker that can outrun a bullet
It's them thug life niggaz and we don't like tricks
Got these punk
I'm pretty fly for a rabbi
Meccha leccha hi, meccha hiney hiney ho
Our temple's had a fair share of rabbis in the past
But most of'em were
another trick sucka dropped
A quarter after twelve, I'm still cruising down them back streets
On my job a dead body already lies on the passenger seat
Competition full of tricks and bundles
That's a sucker sport
Couldn't beat us in the streets so they won in court
Don't get me started
My crib, the Carter
forgiving
I'm just making a living
Don't judge me
You could be me in another life
In another set of circumstances
Don't judge me
One more night I'll
of chips with the glass on the wrist
Got a mashion in the Hamptons that niggas would kill for but I'm never
really home I live on the billboards
Cause I
born in a hole, now I'm in control
(Yo, yo)
Bank boy deep is the way we roll
(We roll)
I'm mackin' for the punks
Talkin' the junk on the tracks
time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time
And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, it's all
Newports cause I'm due in court
For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat
call me, trick Swayze
Okay
In other news and other niggas hoes
Your wife taste like honey nut cheerios
I'm in the mirror like oh baby
Who needs
pumped the pimp
That fed the fiends
He got jumped by the brothers in Ft. Green
They slapped the mack
That kept us back
Sucker suckin' the hood like
that cause he's observing
Won't be known until I'm gone and niggas study my bones
Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical,
twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out
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