Lyrics:
right (off right)
We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight (come on)
This is the moment for riders and thugs
Strippers in body bags, empassin' violence
right (off right)
We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight (come on)
This is the moment for riders and thugs
Strippers in body bags, empassin' violence
from Jonesboro I don't know
Where the fuck he from
But I don't even heard of that but
That nigga got the super rap
And that nigga got that super map
My
saturday
What a tragedy flowers for the family
Powder in my nap sack
Running through the projects
Tryna get a stack back
I got my SK bout to get my MAC back
from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
on their hip hop stance
Stabilize your mind
Cuz time is passing by
You must go with it
I think about my problems puffin it
Still with my loyals
the plan is
We going to rob them one
By one, humiliate them enough to
Make them lose credibility, feel me?
Yeah, I feel ya
Good, now see that ho over there
right
Charlie my boy, grab each small flash of joy,
There's disaster ahoy
But tonight
Just for tonight we're the victors
My plan won the war
Who've
start some shit tonight
Bust some heads, fuck it, bust some motherfuckin' lead
What's up some rude boys, yo, with the naughty dreads
Watch 'em, or push
start some shit tonight
Bust some heads, fuck it, bust some motherfuckin' lead
What's up some rude boys, yo, with the naughty dreads
Watch 'em, or push
my boys baby girl
Can you point me to your sisters?
Where is your sister?
Boys in here want to Ginger
Boys in here want to Ginger
System is Gingered
my boys baby girl
Can you point me to your sisters?
Where is your sister?
Boys in here want to Ginger
Boys in here want to Ginger
System is Gingered
my boys baby girl
Can you point me to your sisters?
Where is your sister?
Boys in here want to Ginger
Boys in here want to Ginger
System is Gingered
Stephen Hawking
You see I mean this shit I'm talking
You don't want no problem
Slave to the rhythm
Shoot my master in his back
Two dope boys, in
my game is mental
While slow niggas better know I blow their brains out they temples
I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author
and
Take it right to the ave
Where hustlers pump blow, and chop up slabs
Man I could get you whacked for
A brick and a half
Hit the booth and put my life
just about as evil
As an Eskimo boy can be
Got me evil as an Eskimo boy can be
So I reached down with my patented Nanook
Of the North whale blubber
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
Hey, baby even though you break my heart
I still love you
Sorry is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like forgive
less where niggas cop up
So I had no choice but to grind and get this guap up
Ever since a boy just my moms and my poppa
The streets been the old head
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