Lyrics:
blastin'
The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake
Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it
You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets
Gun
I know a man whose plow handle hand
Is quicker than a light
Wes Hardin is his name
They say he travels in the night
For he might have to kill
'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit
We won't stop shit, everybody move
Two words, BK, NY, Bed-Stuy
Two harsh, too hungry, too many, that's why
These
man make the girls shake like maracas
M-16 bust and take your whole top off
Were deal ear me don't fuck with the knock-off
Push it to the limit
gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more
Man these niggas so fake
I call 'em knock-offs
Like Pringles I pop the top off
You
the whole world talkin'
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
One big room full of bad bitches x8
Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun
They say numbers don't lie
Bitch, I'm not the one
Hammers in ya face, this is
1993 exoticness, know what I'm sayin'?
Let's get technical, where's your bone at?
Get up on that shit, aight?
Yo
Started off on the Island, AK
and why?
It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper,
as your coffin off in the ground
Family man, look at your kids orphans now
Used to just smack rappers, I'm extorting 'em now
Taking all that's supporting
business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute 'cause
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
no one
Yo hopped out the whip, pop the heater out the glovey
Ski masked it up, bout to jack these fools,love me
Blasted through the door blazing
business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute 'cause
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
with a nightlight
Uh, my mind move like a Tron bike
Uh, pop a wheelie on the Zeitgeist
Uh, I'm finna start a new movement
Uh, being led by the drums
can't even stand straight
Yeah, gon' pop more than one, start hallucinatin'
Lot of diamonds on my arm, look like roller-skate
My hood hotter than
Good evening ladies and gentleman
Dis is Neily Blnz with your 2020 yearly report
And right now we are live on lock dung pop dung sitten sitten
And gun's on tour buses always belong to the rapper, uh
(Live by it you die by it)
My little man ride around strapped
Hunting for an OP he can catch
the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust
You may end up gettin' rushed by too many to handle us (ha)
It's funny, I guess money does have its
off to the side (whoa, shit)
Oh say can you see a hundred dead bodies in the street?
By the dawn's early light, double Sprite, and a R.I.p. Tee
So
you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas
I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by
Mobb Deep yeah
Clinton Sparks! We're about to
Pop off real fast this is H right here
Got P by my side ya heard?
(Uh, huh) Let's do it like this
Check it
real with you
Fuck him!
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him off side riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
like (woo!)
Motherfuckers own a shotgun like a pop gun and they ready like yeah
Still a good nigga I'm a Northside nigga til I'm gone
Do it for
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