Lyrics:
How much a dollar really cost?
The question is detrimental, paralyzin' my thoughts
Parasites in my stomach keep me with a gut feeling, y'all
Gotta
'em all day, fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put your guns up in the air if your feel me
(If you feel
y'all don't know?
I'll give you a hint, see that bitch you with?
He fucked that hoe
Now look here, y'all ain't seen my watch, its like Harlem world
where's my bitches?
It's all good
It's all right
Fuck all day
Fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East
on my off-days fuck what they all say
Niggas can't stop me with rumors, I'm too strong
All-day
Socks explode and sweatpants pockets is bulging
slowed down by the weight of my necklaces
Parked the Lexus in the projects, bitch, I'm reckless
Extra magazine, hopped on a jet with my Ebony chick
ball sacks
But y'all niggas don't know that
I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic
You fuckin' with a nigga that don't give a fuck about you
Or your
where y'all from
And tell me where y'all from
Hold up tell me where y'all from in here
Tell me where y'all from in here
Long hair I don't give a fuck
y'all niggas acting way to tough
Throw on a suit get it tapered up, and let's just
(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to death
I brought
a lil Juice
Fuck the trus
'Cause we can get criped out krazy
Blast on all you suckas
Went to throw away 380
Fuck around get found up in
Nigga holla at your boy
See I think y'all see the similarities now
Me and Nicki we both like money
We both run the streets, and our haters
Oh
ballin
Revenge is my arts is crafty darts
While y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy
Wonderin' how y'all niggaz get past me
I been doin this before Nas dropped
shit man
I'm tired of you motherfuckers fuckin wit me!
Fuck you up!
That's why y'all always gettin'
Bust on, motherfucker
Shit y'all always tweaking
droopin', you ain't ever goin' up
Every time you hit the club, you always fuck it up
If y'all wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
If y'all wanna go to the bar,
my side
I'm takin' some of y'all with me it's, by my side
I'm makin' sure they won't forget me it's, by my side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me
Placed in the rear of ya ear
As I sit the next year
All y'all analong niggas fuck y'all we be digital
Shit is critical
Like the hallways in my projects
shit, I been bossin' up
I know this ball player that I been wantin' to fuck
I deal with rich niggas and all of them give it up (uh-huh)
Project
crush, bumrush
Spot rusher get touched, backed up and handcuffed
Y'all niggaz can't FUCK with us
Pass me the black velvet, Embassy Suite killin me
you faded by the pound, nigga keeping 'em though
Lil fin and queens mound y'all forever be thick
P-mall don't ball I see you moving that shit
T-bolo,
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
with some good cat
Y'all better give the hood respect
'Cause it pay to play for a day up in my projects
In my projects, my projects thick
In my
y'all niggas acting way to tough
Throw on a suit get it tapered up, and let's just
(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to death
I brought
need to go
So sign your death certificate
Fuck all y'all
[at the funeral]
...
Lisa got him
- Allright, on three. One, two... threeee.
Get all
this biatch
(beats by the pound)
Y'all know what time it is (DPG)
What y'all thought? I wasn't gonna be on?
(get rowdy rowdy, rowdy rowdy, what?)
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