Lyrics:
to the T-O-P
Then I will be D-O-N with the E
I rock New Jersey and N.Y.C.
Whether it's at a club or a block party
To my man Capri, Starchild and Brucie Bee
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for "Other", P is for "People"
a lot of renovating myself
Kane ain't never been known for
Limit's breaking my "self"
Club shit and thug shit, innovatin myself
But you'll never catch
all turn to
A mellow kinda fellow but in the past he
Been known to get a attitude and get right nasty
Snatch the wax, it's a fact not a figment
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
two, one two, check it out
All alone, gold song, like Mike Corleone
Get a little while in the pen, still hold the throne
Blood is the same for us
slaughter (facts)
I made a fifty now I want a hunnid, a billi', it go in that order (facts)
Ah
Daddy died by a .44, I be livin' like a warlord
'Member I
a nigga kill, never blow back
You the nigga never did but send in all the facts
Yo, I know niggas like you 'cause I meet 'em all the time
And I greet 'em
On the stage, see the simple fact as I engulf
I'm known to rock a funky beat without a chord so
It is my conclusion you will enjoy the fusion
And I will ascend
Chelsea
She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she rented by the hour
The day she died the neighbors
Came to snicker
"Well,
the club,
But ain't nothing wrong,
To have a little salsa in ya blood,
I see a couple thugs,
With some bitch Tennessees,
My town but,
I still got
in the club
Where you at huh?
Big Willie Style when your dogs play the back
I like the fact that you're so low-key
But play it any lower and you won't
so very dumb
Eager to please
A lil' trick on a mission tryin'
To get in my p's
Me and my niggas is thug niggas
Former known "drug dealers"
We don't
or show thats ever, by the way
A little talk is Residue
Convince myself and anybody who
Just want to know im out
Me and you your momma and your cousin, too
reading more
Across the field with little known
It's what they said get in it and go!
Accelerate, to the floor
Observe the light, observe the 4
1000
that gat
The other queen of MemphisHypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...
In the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris fuck
a horse though that they all turn to
A mellow kinda fellow but in the past he
Been known to get an attitude and get right nasty
Snatch the wax
It's a fact
again, not Bennegan's
Treat a slut for what, not fin to spend
For bitter Gin, and dinner when
I can get up in, her little friend
Rewind, back to fact
explain you got 8 million ways to die
We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore
Have that ass looking just like this boo-boo slipped the door
Known
any more than that, I don't trust my clumsy feet not to make me fall flat
and the heart's the only muscle tissue - little known fact - that don't know
on coming while we
Running for your jewels
Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules little Ceaser
Go ask your homie how I'll leave you
To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick
Quote for quote, who tote like this
Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit
Snatchin' all
have known by now..
Yo Dre (what's up?) *Bang*
Boy ya should have known by now...
Yo Dre (what's up?) *bang*
Boy ya should have known by now, Eazy duz
on
I be that, girl who straight pop from the N.Y.
Doing my thing, all day, yeah it's her
Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it back
Tell me
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