Lyrics:
make you suffer That's when you had enough-a
Can I get hot when you hit the jackpot?
Surely I can, if you the man.
I get loose and produce large
rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin' Henny and I'm tryna forget
But I can't get this shit outta my head
You probably think that
the showroom, the shit can breathe
Fix your weave, behold my expertise
I got my Uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
I got my Uzi back, you
these halls like a work of art
Dissing on my opps is just a daily routine,
They can't handle the heat, ain't no retreat
I run my ends without a doubt
robbed 4 ya coat - cant
U see the stormy weather
Plus it's cold outside - my
Whole crew got berattas
Cause we stand by the heat -
Want the fire come get us
it's all engraved in my blade
So when I wave it, you gon' say Rae mad
Now it's '28 Days Later', now Wu's up, do something, you can't
It's blood in
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
at a standstill
Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
The funk tracks produced by EPMD
But it's a fat jam, that will never win a Grammy
Unless we
and I know that I can bring ya
If you can't take the heat, get your ass out the kitchen
We on a mission, so come on
Come along and ride
and I know that I can bring ya
If you can't take the heat, get your ass out the kitchen
We on a mission, so come on
Come along and ride
the hood, the first time in my life I can say I did the right thing
Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna
shots*)
Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why
I make your Benz seem obsolete G
Rippin' your ass
hope he don't cut you
With a deuce-deuce up in his boot in case he gettin' tussles
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, up jumps da boogie
Up jumps da boogie
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
we puff life
You can't break me
Never make me busta soft the beats
This Outlaw style got a
Brother off the streets
Miss Delores Tucker sue me I won't
give a fuck about your stipulations
Type of bread appropriate for every situation
You can tell by the jewelry sittin' on my collar
From the bread
hear a cut baby doll I know you
Will feel it huh? Get up on
The floor start movin' some
Body parts that got brothers actin dumb
And they be actin dumb
forget you let a brother try to dis you
I swear to god he better have a blade and plus a pistol
Forever miss you got babies that want to kiss you
watch you on loop
Hooo!
I need your touch baby come to me
I need your love wanna feel that heat
Ain't no one else who knows you like me
I can handle you
them
Okay and I can tell your tired, I can see it got your hands full (got your hands full)
I think it's too much for you to handle
You had a thousand
I need your touch baby come to me
I need your love wanna feel that heat
Ain't no one else who knows you like me
I can handle you well
Oh I'll handle
di di da, di, di di di da (pump, pump)
Now you can look to the sun, and spot the moon
And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room (pump, pump)
killing his brothers like Jonas
40 on em know he gone damage ya
You need a verse told em hit up my manager
Her head game was week bitch just like
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my
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