Lyrics:
say to me
That same shit you shit, I'mma make you sniff
It's the N O T O R I O U S
You just lay down slow
It's the N O T O R I O U S
You just lay down
ask about me, see if you ain't heard
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning
the eyes
Feel the ache of my heart in the palm of your hand
I am calling out your name
But i don’t know it yet
L o n e l i n e s s
V u l n e r a b i l i
got my dick sucked
And my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine
I'mna spell my name one more time, check it
It's the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
U-S, you
You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah)
'Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E (uh)
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
Well
Let's talk a little bit about L-O-V-E.
Sometimes, you meet somebody and you have what is known as a
"relationship" and things can go great and if it
ask about me, see if you ain't heard
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning
stay or should I go
If you say that you are mine
I'll be here 'till the end of time
But you gotta let me know, whoa, whoa, whoa
Should I stay or should I
[Alan]
A-be -see-D-E
(Wait, Alan,
may I interest you in coming over to the Giggenbush wit me?)
No no no, dis is my spot
Don't try and steal my
waxin that anus
Suckers or professionals, BRING DOWN THE DECIMAL
point every time you subtract an emcee
People look at me, a P-O-E-T
teachin suckers like
what's fucking with me?
are-you-L-E love me or hate me baby
Refer to 3:36 baby
That's the rule please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool
Male or female you want to be set
In the big mansion
L-O-Y-A-L-T-Y Loyalty
That's the word I live by
This is how it go
L-O-Y-A-L-T-Y Loyalty
That's the word I live by
This is how it go
If you not loyal
one
I rhyme about what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doin' like lesser than a bomb do
T-H-E M-C O-F R-A-P T-O L-double O-K
A-T I-N T-H-E
a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son, but fuck being the wanted man
But if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then call the crew to get live too
wide mob figgaz)
I be the Young N-O, to the B-L-E
Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z (world wide mob figgaz)
M-A-R was for starters, squeeze the whole
Let's get 'em!)
Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die)
(Where they at? Let's get 'em!)
Hear the tale, of the n'Illtown O
yeah)
'Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E (uh)
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
Walk
wide mob figgaz)
I be the Young N-O, to the B-L-E
Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z (world wide mob figgaz)
M-A-R was for starters, squeeze the whole
LIVE BY THE GUN
AND YOU WELL WELL BIT BY THE FUN
AND WHEN JA JA GUY COME
THE BABYLON THEM HAVE TO RUN
MARKY MARK:
WE NEED O-N-E
L-O-V-E
the hardcore stare
I'm s-y-m-b-e-o-l-I-k
And if you didn't come to party then holla may-day
Ok, paint a picture stroke by stroke in ya frame
C-k flow
the CPT
Punk police are afraid of me!
Huh, a young nigga on the warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin' in L.A.
Yo Dre,
there's so many L-R-P's
Lone Range Pimpin' jumpin' up on this track man you underdig?
We spit these L-R-P's and we do this damn thing, real tough like
f-o-h-n, it's a kind of wind
Yeah, I know what you mean by wind
G for Gnarly,
I for irk
H is for hour
J for jalapeño
Good in either corn or flour
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