Lyrics:
get a grip,
Liquor in the cupholder, tryna get a sip.
6 shots of Hennessey, I'm still goin strong.
Please numb me from the bullshit that's goin on.
That
fun, this jam is number one
We gonna party til it's done, me and DR
Goin' real far
In a black car, fat two-seater
Rich like Kedar, on my Def Jam's
who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
Black chick white guy
Does it mean shit maybe
I don't know but yo it never phased me
But either way here's one tail
Of two like that and what
And check out this new smoke
No, this thing I got
It ain't classified as dope
Smoke I got from venus
Have had it all week
It's gettin' old
Come
Muppet #1: I'll see you around.]
[Bob: Okay.]
(AM#1 leaves, bumped into AM#2 as he enters)
[Anything Muppet #2: Hey, watch it. Where ya goin
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B
Ha hah, one two (one two, one two)
How we gonna do this?
What we have here
Who's the man, she said, "B-IG"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E
(yo Big, you're dead wrong)
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
All of my days have been misspent
Stuffing out the sofa and the antenna's bent
Inside my heart's bustin' out at the seams
I work for
I'm a hustler don't get no bigger
Queens, Southside 'til they bury me
BX, two TEC's, flames out the nozzles
R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles
All of my days have been misspent
Stuffing out the sofa and the antenna's bent
Inside my heart's bustin' out at the seams
I work for
the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was
[Chorus: x2]
(One, two, three, four)
I
all gorillin with all that screwfacin
Pacin back and forth looking savage, stop it
[RZA aka Bobby Digital]
Whether plugged in or plugged out
Iron
and round
Mary J my life I'm goin down
Its sounds like we all came up the same
Nigga I'm for real they just rappin mane
Find out when the semis come out
And check out this new smoke
No, this thing I got
It ain't classified as dope
Smoke I got from venus
Have had it all week
It's gettin' old
Come
baby that will take a minute but if all we got is time,
you can't be actin' timid, so we back to playin tennis,
we been goin' back and forth,
she the one
let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
ran it up while you was on the slab and put in work
Got that girl all out of season, why you ain't Gucci her?
Fuck 'round killed her off that Strong
time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time
And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, it's all
out the streets
Fuck it, keep goin' hard, don't let 'em see you weak
To all my niggas first time steppin' in the pen
Read a book and exercise, keep
now yeah
We goin' ruff ryde up on out of here on this one
East side up Eastsiders
Goldie loc in the house
[Lil' 1/2 dead]
Dj jam my n**** e
whirl
Black as the night were the eyes of Felina
Wicked and evil while casting a spell
My love was strong for this Mexican maiden
I was in love, but in
Yeah man..
It's goin down bitch
Motherfuckers can't be weak
(vocal "Only the strong'll survive" repeats in background)
None of that shit
Short
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