Lyrics:
strong, give me another "L"
I need a high class chich that I might travel well
She familiar with Fendi, comfortable in the Chanel
And you errthang' high
And flip with nuts and hang
It ain't a thang
It never was and never will
I put that on my life
Bun B forever trill
Fuck you right all right
Going
lackin' out here, it ain't safe
Take a L, you get hit with a K
Niggas hate it when you gettin' cake
Been through shit but you couldn't relate
'Member me
in the Medellín
Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch
packed, these hoes so drunk)
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
Ain't no nigga like a Young Money nigga
Pop that pussy like a gun,
baby don't stop (L)
And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop
Bandwagon niggas ride my dick ev'ryday
And broke ass critics always got
ya (yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)
[Chorus]
I'ma do my thang
ain't cheap, my advice is priceless
Bring back the life that you thought was lifeless
'The Way of the Gun', son, who the nicest?
S.K., no stun gun,
fuckin' bio, I'mm K-I-L-L-E-R no typo
I'm a dino, I'm a K9
Nigga that don't give a flying fuck about another clique but us
Who fly as us? We flyin' up
Who
for me
After you see my G-U-N, a pine box we will see you in
You can't believe it's me again, I B-I-G T-I-M-E
K-I-L-L very W-E-L-L
Go to Hell,
I tried to tell these niggas we don't play
I run up on you broad day with a A-K
Cornball I can make your heart beat stop
Pop pop your body drop
you.. some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions
All the U.G.K. alumni like myself know what this is man
Hey Bun! Pimp C nigga!
I gotta '66 Impala
go with all the bitches that you came with
I know you've been going through some thangs, wanna get away
Baby let me be your vacation
The other
on a flyer, leavin' today
Am I dreamin'
I can hear her screamin', "Hiya, Mr. Jackson"
Everything's O K, A L A M A Z O
Oh, what a gal, a real pipperoo
can I get a date on Friday?
Suavemente, just when I thought she'd say yes..
Yo, yo, that's when a kid pulled the tec and the whole crowd parted
Why
Staxxx
Look how that flag hangin', gangbangin' I ain't no punk
Maintain 'til that thang come out the trunk, make that K go pop, pop, pop
I'm 'bout my
nigga, pop you nigga, and I just bought a 4-5 in the hood
(in the hood, in the hood)
like that, check it out fool
it's a ghetto thang, ghetto thang
to get ill and kinda buck wild
Pop pop, just like the part that's in my walk with street talk
I'm runnin' up the block in the dark where lead spark
my baby
She get me outta jams or tight situations
Little man got no gun at point ain't no limitation
She got me in that thang sittin' on them
wet tails
Ready to Rock it
In my pocket, got the Trojan magnum XL's
(K.I.L.L) E to the r uh dot (bang!) just ain't fair, that when I pop up
ain’t trippin on it slim
Get ya blang on blang
Do ya thang
Do ya thang, thang, thang
I ain’t trippin on it slim
Get ya blang on blang
Now that’s mad BK
L-A-V-I-T-A-A-A-K-A Taday Vallet shit
when my niggas from my bitches
sold drugs from niggas to the murderes
I'm the bitch, sometimes i even spit on chicks
cause in
Kalamazoo)
K (K)
A (A)
L-A-M-A-Z-O
(Oh, oh, oh, oh what a gal, a real pipperoo)
(We're goin' to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo)
(Zoo, zoo,
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
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