Lyrics:
With a dozen roses in his gun rack
Junior pulled up into her side lot
He carried them up to the front porch
And hollered, "Wanda, look at what I
banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it ain't nothing but gun play
Nigga to catch this nigga I'm ready to peel
me is different
Symmetrical and clean
This is what I see
Just a girl in girlie trouble
Dancing in the video with gun and tambourine
Yeah
Sounding like money, baby (big money)
Safe sound like money
The color is green
I count a quarter million dollars every day (every day)
amazed (amazed)
Condo by lane it's the mall in
Ain't no one nigga, we all win (we all win)
Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in)
Lambo so low gotta
'Cause I be
Now it's a thousand niggas fucked
Up in my city
Now it's a thousand niggas fucked
Up in yo city no pity
Niggas turning them guns n blast
'em n
on the target, and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Ziegfeld, here I am!
I'm the greatest star
I am by far
But no one knows it
That's why I
on the target, and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Ziegfeld, here I am!
I'm the greatest star
I am by far
But no one knows it
That's why I
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
place
He played me some stuff in uh, in L.A., off "Tha Carter IV"
He has a, he has a record on there with umm
this dude named Tech N9ne I don't know if
Well I've kicked around a lot since high school
I've worked a lot of nowhere gigs
From keyboard man in a rock'n ska band
To haulin' boss crude
And gotta move fast, why?
The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy
So n**** don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the niine-quat
Cause flesh be
war
All these choppers in the crib
Look like a gun store
And the rose gold look like
Duck sauce in the Maybach
With a young broad why the fuck
Would I
of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in
Let's funk it up!
Relate, vacate, what's today's rate?,
In this day 'n' age ain't nobody safe,
Get'cha got'cha yo, who shot'cha?
I must warn ya,
my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh, my oh
Son of a gun we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't the one
For a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun
To be beatin' on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in
Columbia Records
While dealin' with what the country Colombia jungles had left us
First time you heard of Nas, I prolly was under some pressure
Gun in
I'ma get my blue cheese and I be dressing
I gotta teach these bitches a lesson
She fell in love, she saw a million racks
I made it out, I ain't going
the after party
Two-gun gang, all-black Ferrari
His and her Armani, put it in her tummy
And yeah, the bread good if the head good
Before Benihana's, it
the after party
Two-gun gang, all-black Ferrari
His and her Armani, put it in her tummy
And yeah, the bread good if the head good
Before Benihana's, it
Finally my house,
I will have it complete.
And I'll take up a smoke,
Sitting by the window sill.
And I'll read my many books
That I'll have in my bachelors
the guns)
Choppas in the trunk
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop (flex, flex, flex)
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop (flex, flex, flex)
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop,
wicked Felina, the girl that I loved
So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My
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