Lyrics:
by events in tha past, had an outlet to
be free from dirty visions at last. A brothaz out here stalking,
but bitch you ain't no. I've been poppin'
Nigga don't talk when I'm talking
Not tryna marry I'm too busy poppin
This gun giving heat like uh' motherfuckin rocket
Live by the corner, these
and outta town with a package got me nooed
cuz i rather take a chance
before i ever be employed by a cracka who don't view
me as a man but as a boy
cash
Life By tha Coast
Just Incase You Ain't Notice
[Vs.1:]
I'd Rather Get Paid, Than fCkinq Wit A Thick Bitch
Doinq Hellla Jobs, Watch A Niqqa Workinq 6
Get tha mission complete and I'm back on tha road
I be in tha studio it be good for my soul
Whippin' up soul food so you know who, finna prove
baby, I don't wanna be sad
As long as I'm your hccker
As long as I'm your hccker
As long as I'm your hccker shows back
As long as I'm your hccker
(I Just Be Loaded Like Leno)
(Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
We got plenty guns
We tote f&ns
I’m trynna spinna again
Pop you and yo mans
This tha
be in the zone (In the zone)
Tick tock, on tha clock, punchin' in, metronome (Br)
I don't go outside unless I'm walkin' on my own (Let's go)
Wit my
Full Of Dat Shit
[Boosie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] Now if you ever catch me leanin to the side red eyes in my ride wit the music up high bad
little b*****)
I'm in my bag yeah and I can't touch the bottom (I can't touch the bottom)
It's too full yeah them my money problems (them my money
or a man?
I really don't care ta stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again
by the M-U-R-E-D-R INC, I'm tha rappa that sings,
totes guns an' blades. An' these
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
finished, b-, I meant in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to play, they say I'm a spoiled little baby, but
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna
gon' holla that (I'm gon holla that)
Lil' brotha Lucci and Mr pookie
They got my back (Look they got my back)
Ooh Wee you betta learn who you fuckin' wit
the YSB babies
Think he mad we the YSB babies
That b**** she bad on daily ouh
Dat ass so fat, dats on baby
I f**** your b**** when I'm ready
I'm getting
There's no reason for y'all to be lying
If you don't show respect for me then why
Mad 'cause I'm not gone bow down to yo spite
You a fake ain't nothing get
what I’ve learned in this business
you just never know…
[Lil’ Kim]
Shut the f-ck up
Who the f-ck want war
FedEx beef straight to your front door
It’ll
impressed by a stripper or a model
Know some hood bitches with a million dollar body when I ride there tha block I'm like yoo who got it
Bring 100 niggas with
I’m holdin money, they holdin a grudge/ y’all out here lookin for some n***as to save you, I really can’t relate to you b***ches, who raised you? / I’m
of the better veterans
Who murderin' and get up on the beat
And be the one up in the middle
Of the battle and I'm ready
For the war, I be the one and when I do it
they house
I blow alot of money when I go up in my vault
Cause I'm platinum bound and I'm still hot
Who's tha man who's the boss
Who's the nigga
be kicking knowledge like mr.miyagi
I show these rappers how to do it
Money making connoisseur watch how I maneuver
You can check who I influenced
Its
Is It You? I Hear there's A
Man Named GOD That Can Fix It, When Its Twisted I'm Not Sayin I'm
All That Bad But I Can Use A Lil Help Coz At Times I
Yo, I'm 'bout to hit you with this ya'meen
On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in
Ya'meen? Yeah, yeah, yo
How should I get it
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