Lyrics:
mothafucka is
I don't know who in the fuck it is who this nigga is down here
mothafucka telling niggas that make a scene
grab them straps man
hey homie (whats
Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they miss the nice guy but there's no more Mr. Nice Guy
On the real, I done had enough of people
How I Get Down
Be thuggin' like a mothafucka 'bout, wat'chu 'bout?
I stand my ground, That's How I Get Down
Now look nigga, and bad hoez, straighten
with the blues (ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (ooh)
Get salt over by your boo (ooh)
I ain't never kickin' no spooks
Nigga say he thinkin' bout
I am a sinner, who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don't
the shows, who's f***in' with us?
You might as well have a badge, the way you cuff them b****es
I slut them b****es, then back to the door, like f*** them
a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang, bang
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
A bad girl
I
1994 but I'm too legit to quit.
1996, kilos was the shit,
But dat were better den roofin dat shit be bad for ya skin.
Niggas was ruthless, lord knows
You will be the lucky one
Who will see the deadly one
You will die on your knees
By the hand of Mr. Freeze
Will you see when the rest are blind
was so bad to deserve this?
Everything could have been so perfect
But life ain't a fairytale, I'm about to be hoisted up in the air
Forty feet below
feat. Nas, Lil Jon
[Lil Jon]
Yeah!
Bravehearts!
Yeah!
That boy Nas!
Yeah!
Me I'm your boy Lil Jon
Yeah!
Right now we going to talk
Hussein who sews, who radical act
A mechanical bomb attached to my pelvis
That's what I mean by get, back, I mean get, back
Or find your head detached
do is multiply
I puff a mad bag of buddha
Niggaz be like "Yo who the shorty?"
I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter
I get so much pussy my
you can get my duck sick...
But let me finish my story as I was sayin'
I told you lil locs ain't playin'
Gotta roll with the bunches
can't help
I serve the base
You the one who duckin' from a drive by
My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes
and dirty like Dr. Ruth, and I put that on the Gooch
Droppin' mothafuckas just like a bad habit, dag-nab-it
Tricks wanna get outta line I let 'em have it,
believe, but I'm trippin', nobody perfect
To speak it wouldn't worth it for a person to be so Christlike
But I swear, I've heard him cursin'
Let him
tryin' to get on the bandwagon
Yeah Dre, I know what you're sayin' man, but let's tell 'em who we're
Talkin' about
WHAT DO YOU CALL A CREW THAT CAN
me, I handle the business when it's time to get it, I zone in
I'm the same way if I'm with fifty niggas who be killin' or I'm by my lonely
I be
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
Sayin' they were raised in the CPT (aha)
Just as I was, they try to be like me
Poppin' that shit, get the fuck out my face
Knowin' that they never even
against me, don't want me to be great
Things might look bad, I'm afraid to look death in the face
I'm good now (now, now, no way), who's really bad?
I
a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang, bang
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
A bad girl
I
last time I saw a .45 blast a nigga who was last should be doin' 50
years
without parole life is cold but it fair fuck the mayor that coward
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