Lyrics:
me
She don't want Whitney, she want henny
She don't want Louis , she want fendi
She want hundreds not no penny's , I start rippin off her pantys
Aye
deep inside I had been cheated in some way
I realised that everyone was rippin' off my song
And there was nothing I could do, though I knew it was wrong
it to death, now watch me
Come through with a chisel that make the game sizzle
And I, pull out the skillet, prepare for the cookin'
How I'm
Smooth it out
This is a story about the drifter
Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
Who never planned on havin' so dick
Why me
Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
So send me off to bed for evermore
Make sure
the Midwest, leavin' MC's lipless
On the Wake Up Show, make up no, stories about my shake-up flow
Put me off in a cipher? Patna, you can't fuck wit' the sniper
that envy me and say I ain't about nothing and everthing you see
my names on something
Flawless, outlandish, unique complete, off the wall technique I
stuck in ya feelings it feel like quicksand
I’m lit like a skillet, I’m ballin like Krillin
You tell by the way that I shine off the head
Shine off
shit
Give me a beat to fuck up
Seek and obliterate
I come to devastate
Cannibal rippin your guts
Chainsaw
Hacksaw
Pick a limb to hack off
I might
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Yeah
Cut me off I don't kill it
Got her all in her feelings
WestMain
Hunt
Baby blue, yeah I dropped the tag on the car
I might just crank up a notch
the bed and a bottle sitting pretty
Pigskin on the TV, bacon in a skillet
An old mutt in the yard licking on an itch
Bunch of fake flamingos flocking by
Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.
Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.
(Beat starts)
see Murder
Let me give a shot out
Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.
Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.
(Beat starts)
see Murder
Let me give a shot out
"Can't nobody hold me.. I do my dirt all by lonely"
Do or die, with slugs for the Ruger
Rollin patrollin in a stolen black Cougar
[Vinnie]
See I'm a one
with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical
Niggas sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
Left
with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical
Niggas sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
Left
all hoes in the '90s
The only place I want a bitch to stand is behind me
'Cause I'm cool like that, with my big-ass gat,
And my sawed-off pump in
Wayne left by the Hot Boyz
Hope you ain't get tired of seein' these cars, I'm buyin' a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of seein' me shine, I'm
sayin' "Compton's in de house"
(Dr. Dre)
Who realy cares - about a sucker on a take off
Bust de move, we can have a shake n' bake-off
Me and you
sayin' "Compton's in de house"
Who realy cares - about a sucker on a take off
Bust a move, we can have a shake n' bake-off
Me and you can go cuz I
"Merci monsieur"
"Bon, Venez!"
His faced creased in pleasure, he set off in front of me
Swinging his leg between the crutches with agonising care
Up
dawgs wit me, got my dawgs wit me
Get stomped out hunnid niggas wit me don't run now
First off ima big steppin ass nigga
Put my foot on her neck while I'm
run, duckin' the shotgun
leavin' 'em up off my block stunned
One eighty seven lesson and we done told ya
you fuckin' with Bone you better believe
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