Lyrics:
gs's sendin messages
two and two makes four, cristal's crazily pour
gun wars my crew phantom like swords
verse three: ghostface killer
with the green
grade fast ass
A year went by (uh ha) and I'm still bad as hell
I got a taste of jail nothin' major I'm only twelve
My grandmas pissed off not
a true piece of filth
Roll his ass over then take what you will
Ain't showing off
Just makin paper
Two by two on the boats for labor
Piss in his ice tea
up
If u got wood smoke sum
If u got pill pop one
Pop 2
Get lit with the whole crew
If you got a wood smoke some
A blunt roll up
If you got a drink pour
the crack
In the crack of her ass, two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hon' to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got
boy I'm back on They ass! Let's go
Back for the 2 time, not a stain on me
Riding in the coupe, flying mixing xan with the lean
Diss me you'll be crying
want a bite of this, everything is cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Nigga, live by your rep but I ain't takin shit
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
the things I taught you don't you do it not for anybody
Make you drip from your lips to your thick ass
Love it when you squirm when I lick that
Ass tat she
"Just A Bitch"
(feat. Chyna, Too $hort)
[Chorus 2:]
You little punk motherfucker do yo thang
You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang
So shut the fuck
through a glass? The only thing that’s true is your ass girl if I die young but slowly did I live fast girl I just don’t know how to dance girl I come from
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! About to take you way back! Way back that is, to vernor!
Posse, Yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope
In the home away from home
In
but you let it go by, yee
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I'm here for the crown, crown (oh, shit)
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
Will reach
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
is well" I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin'
Lay your nuts on the dresser
is well" I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin'
Lay your nuts on the dresser
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
my New- New
Bad bitches gon shake ya ass
Ain't tight with the change tryna spend some cash
Baby grab a calculator come and do the math
Counting chips
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass
karma's chasing my ass
You fall down, and then you get back up
Brush your shoulders off, there's no such thing as bad luck
You got one life to live, so you
runnin' burs while I take it easy
Will as you do whatever, live your life just to please me
These buster-ass niggas make the shit so easy
(he was fucking
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