Lyrics:
I named her "Ne'er-Do-Well"
She belongs in the Ruby Grounds
Cuts uncharted waters of the hell
Traced by mad three-headed hounds
Weighing 'bout
your roster?
I pull up in that new new, marinara and pasta
Shake my head, yo, I'm mad, ain't a bitch in my zone
In the middle of nowhere, I just
Get mad when I flip out
I kill my adversaries, my enemies
My competition
Yeah, yo, yo
By the stroke of my hand, words out my pen
You really want this
Is this enough?
Yo, I'm savant with the game
Gon' tell Robi your name
Provide words that's heard, setting your body aflame
Ooh, you off
life for me (hey)
Oh-oh-oh-oh, a pirate's life for me (yo-ho)
We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads
Stand up me hearties, yo-ho
Aye,
mad, me and the crew they sad
We live by code who is you Look like a hatin ass nigga boy you spooked
We making moves got you shook oh boy they mad
We
saw me, we walked on by
Til you found out I emceed, now you on it like
Yo yo yo
Yee yee yee yo yo
Yo yo yo
Yee yee yee yo yo
Why you all up in
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
strategy (what?)
End of the day you're not mad at me (uh)
Not dealing with nobody, now that's what you told me (what?)
I said, hey yo, it's cool, we can
[Erick Sermon]
Yeah yeah uh huh word up
Yo yo yo,
Yo!
Hey yo this here's procedure rock MC's during my leisure
Time I spend to do em in
a bigger rep
The trigger finger strapped
I wanna see another nigga step
I play the cards
Lost by your dingy Mista Gilligan
The mighty mad writer's
time flow
I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O.
My crew swarm in, tell a bitch please
Didn't mama tell you about the birds and the bees?
[Intro:]
Wu-Tang
Holocaust punishment
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1:]
From the hills of the Pacific
I bring fury
Look
If you had
One shot
Or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
In one moment
Would you capture it
Or just let it slip?
Yo
by my brother, yeah
Dear Lord, dear Lord
I'll kill a nigga by my brother
Runnin' yo' bitch like this, huh
Hump on yo' bitch like this, yeah
Lick on yo
strategy (what?)
End of the day you're not mad at me (uh)
Not dealing with nobody, now that's what you told me (what?)
I said, hey yo, it's cool, we can
bottle filled
Oh that was just a little song my mother
Sang when she was stressed yo
I don't know why she got mad when I cry
If the bitch deaf yo
Who
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
Ugh, yeah
Snoop, Kells, once again
And this is for the non-believers
That seem to think that pimping is easy
Aye yo Uncle Snoop
Let's go get
celbratin')
Word to the wise
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo, son
These kids mad, teach 'em how to rhyme (yo
niggas, man
Yo, sit back, relax, catch your contact, sip your Cog-ni-ac
And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, the new
Ugh, yeah
Snoop, Kells, once again
And this is for the non-believers
That seem to think that pimping is easy
Ay yo Uncle Snoop
Let's go get
Sake Se
Badmashan Ka Remand Kare
Par Chhori Ne Na Touch Karda
Yo Ya Te Fight Kare Konya
Je Karda Toh Too Much Karda
Yo Jis Hisaab Te Chale Se Ho Ho
Yo
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I
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