Lyrics:
dirt all by my lonely and I got the heart to fight
So please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights
ain't no hesitation, I got
a mothafucka
Keep it real, never lie to a mothafucker hold me down
Chillin' in a-gadda-da-vida, rockin' Adidas
With a senorita and she sippin' liquor by
the hatin' gon' stop or this thang gon' blah
Most of these niggas ,ain't slang ,no blocks
Got a lil' somethin', but it ain't so hot
Try to sell a record
Get it while you can, man
And stop hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit cause I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
I'm seeing millions,
mines, Play time
You ain't gotta ask where Brooklyn at Tryna make a profit, tryna make a profit
Haters wanna stop it, haters wanna stop it
Jah stay by my
On a winter night by full moonlight
Two horses and an open sleigh
Take a ride, a cowboy and his bride
Stop for friends along the way
The time is
Gawd dawn oh my
Cant waste time cause the days go by
Moma told me get it so I gon get mine
Hatin ass niggas tryna stop my shine tryna stop my grind
S550
through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long
to never stop winnin, 'til the earth stop spinnin
Rock hot linen, cop hot cars and hot women
If it's not him then you got it confused, y'all not rememberin
[ad libs for first 21 seconds]
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone (Wish Bone)]
(You niggaz can't stop me) I'm cockin a glock
(You motherfuckers can't stop me) I'm
by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside
to switch places with the busters on top
I'm bustin' shots, make the world stop
They don't give a fuck about us
Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
(Spoken):
"A preachment, dear friends, you are about to receive
On John Barleycorn, nicotine, and the temptations of Eve"
(Bronx cheer)
No parkin'
Out lost on the road again
Totally gone and waiting for the end
Hypnotized by the snow on the highway
Will I get to see you this Christmas Eve day
a DOPEBOY
Lookin like money everytime I flow by
Haters hatin on me i don't know why
Cause I'm come from da bottom
Were da sun don't shine
Pops died young so I
it if it's F-U-N
Hit it get it
But don't neflect preventions and limit's
We can eve lounge in the
Crib watch some movies
Starring Arnold Scwarzeneggar
yours, stop hatin
break away nigga (the media)
the chains is still there (y'all can't stop us)
and this mothafuckin black on black crime (yeah
Christmas
Sneaking downstairs on Christmas Eve
I saw a sight that you just wouldn't believe
St. Nick by the fireplace dusting off his beard with
play B2K
R&B singers B2Gay (you know they broke up over money)
Oh yeah, thats too bad, I dont care
I think its good, no doubt
They can stop putting
ever let 'em ever play you
Stand up for your shit, make sure these haters pay you
Can't nothing stop a room full of real niggas
I got some bad rich
They see me rollin'
They hatin'
Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch
to smithereens
Time stop, flyin' guillotines
Commin for your flock
What you mean you spilled the beans, ay?
Black out and thought I seen pop
on that six-four Impala shit
She from Compton just like me
Caramel wit extensions just like Eve
She want to go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee
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