Lyrics:
(yeah)
Nigga don't make me show how I can violet the law
Get your woman go up in her raw dog
Now the hoe love me
Waiting to show me (lil bitch you just
you need it
Nigga up to flex and
Cop you like a glass from the bartender
I got a lot of love for you
Tell me where to send her
Do you remember the last
[Chorus - Lil Shade]
Theres my homie with all my bloods
Get your ass here and show some love
and uhh welcome to new york city
i said welcome to new
hearin' me
You ain't ass witout cha badge get da ass 'round me
Police don't love me, they tryna cuff me
Somebody do somethin' I ain't even get nuthin'
spit it, you love it
I just left from Newark
Got bands in my luggage
Play with you rappers, my nigga
This black mack take out my dick
Take a piss
Drag-On and Twista (kill me)
Gangsta (let's ride), hustla (feel me)
By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit fire
(Wet-wet)
Jeffrey, 'long side Wyclef
And the girls love the Shotta boys with big toys, yeah
(Swear to God I ain't lyin')
(Nigga you can't do
Mr.L
Written & Produced By:
Mr. Loveless
Right!
Let's go!
Fuck your 666! I'm a 999!,
Back from the ring of fire just to cross the line!,
I hope you
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
G-string up the ass with the big fat clitoris
Drinkin that Colt 45 'cause she's a gangsta bitch
I love my neener and my neener loves me muthafucka?s think
a spleen witta gangsta lean
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
It was a dark blue night, nigga toe down sleep
Had a 40 ounce of E and half ounce of weed
Just got
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
with a gangsta,
When I was down bad she always called me back.
She done fell in love with a gangsta,
First class flight from the Bay and back.
She done
brains
I'm pissed, y'all niggaz shouldn'ta fucked with this
I clutch my fo-fifth, I puncture yo shit
I blast a nigga, plastic bag stick a nigga
Got love
Give me give me give me some of that grindin' love
And even tho I don't be dancing I'ma gangsta nigga with gangsta rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend,
I
call me Lil' Bray, Mr , take your pack
Niggas quick on their feet, cause they really run track
If I see me out, then I'm doublin' back
You gotta be two
on my history
I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-be -O-why-A-N-T
Killin' motherfuckers off crucial
Sittin' em' down mutual
Spittin' that ol' playa,
a minute to breathe
And put the mic in check
I got some love for real
But ain't no disrespect
But on the cool, I be flippin
Followed by some gangsta ass
You be the gleam in my eye girl, I need you right by my side
If you would leave I would cry girl, I can not handle good byes
I drink the water out
'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?
Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen
hanging outside
Even if it's war around me
I'm gangsta so i'm banging my side
Everybody can't live this life
Them gangstas really hanging outside
I can't
fine)
Love it when she switch it up (switch it), me and her, we mix it up (mix it)
When I'm soft, she gets it up (gets it), when I cum she spits it up
me the drop I'm coming slide
Niggas gangster on the gram but in real life them niggas hiding
And imma get back free lil' tweety if that Glock stay by
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