Lyrics:
on your enemies, bust they shit
Throw away the pistols throw away the clips
Big grits, big ox snatch ice at Woodstock
Remember those kids that hold
[kool g rap]
Rikers island, rikers island
(iraq island, iraq island)
Rikers island, rikers island
(iraq island)
[chorus x2]
[noreaga]
Yo
ain't baseball, nah, the Liks won't slump
So make room for the crew with beats the jump
Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays
I'm
concerned by far
Spit six bars like gem-star, stitches, and scars
Niggaz dry snitchin, yo they intuition bizarre
Picture me starved
Without a partner, pitchin
the lobby to the in front of the tel
get locked by babylon and face off in a cell
aint no referees to stop me from breaking ur grill
so brace urself papi u
angles
Surrounded by devils, don't see any angels
Yo I'm hungry get me a 'pounder
Built myself up, that's right I'm the founder
Surrounded by clowns, all
tryna fuck, told her send a pic
Got these bust down watches like my name rich
Hoes fake bad, dat just make me sick
I be sipping on dis wock she gone eat
the fucking spot
We keepin hot for my niggas fresh up off the block
Now all my people bust a shot BLOW, BLOW, BLOW!
Bus a Bus is back all in your face
the f**** spot
We keepin hot for my n**** fresh up off the block
Now all my people bust a shot BLOW, BLOW, BLOW!
Bus a Bus is back all in your face and I'm
clutch the 5-speed and bust
The more the merrier, secure the area, my la familia
Is ultimate superior we don't jack cars
We jack for aircraft carriers
I
all keep missing
You wanna know sum, gimme yo attention
It's for your benefit lil nigga listen (Listen up)
You was lost in the rumors while I was out
[Mase]
Change the beat now and take one of those sounds out
[Allen Iverson]
Yo this is the answer
Its a dirty, dirty, dirty dance
If we don't get
Intro:
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until that time comes
I'll keep chasing cojita (Chasing cojita)
Keep heat for the Jackaz
Get grill like fajitas
Oohw (Fajitas)
I stashed that work
By
the balls and grills
Things got rough, I had no other alternative
But strive to live, man, fuck bein positive
Yo, that was the live, 21 and I'm sung
Now
styles multiplied by a buck
Say it loud - pull out and spray the crowd
Wet'cha - only way you leave here is on a stretcher
I won't let'cha, get a hold
you, oh by the way my name is E, baby"
She said, "I already know my cousin done spilled her guts"
Told she did some stuff in yo 1970 cut
I replied, "Is
built,
grab your guns and bust off, my nigga
Yeah my nigga, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear
I'm what you lame steer got the game near
Buy 'caine by
gats it seems we gotta fight
When I throw a left, you best to throw a right
Pull up in tha cut so they can pass us by
Get down in yo seat and get off tha
quick
Then bust a cap in yo grill to get the next hit
Or break into a house and beat a lady down
And won't remember when the high comes down
While ya
mill backed up by The next nigga grill
Build me an hand hand I'm gonna play it right
To choices to rock the mic on my all night flight
One way
with come near me
Niggas know that I stack feddi sip fine wine
I ain't no hoe so come and test me I bust fifty times
Put a nigga in a blenda
ain't baseball, nah, the Liks won't slump
So make room for the crew with beats the jump
Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays
I'm
the last of greats
cuntie whipping on the grill she gone make the plates
Don't be fucking with the fam cuz it's only a case
Run up in yo house at any time
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