Lyrics:
Uh
Let's pull the two-seater out, baby
It's wherever you wanna go
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) Rozay
Ridin' to the music
This is how we do it, (all
like a pack of punk bitches
Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes
You don't want to see me out the motherfuckin front
Don't you
the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Swangin' on T.I., essence of fo's (essence of fo's)
Pirellis and blazin' 'em crews of hoe
I'm a player, you can tell by how
boy, Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
of a feather would be
Let's take that road before us and sing a chorus or two
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you
It's lovely
the medals in the warfield of respect
Like an ill porno make ya body get wet
Just a ghetto child trying to live a straight and narrow
Hoping that my shit
white Jesus
Will a nigga live or die?
'Cause the Lord can't see us
In the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we
that road before us and sing a chorus or two
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
There's a birthday party at the home
Ladies and gentlemen
Right here on tonight's stage
We're gonna have two savage minds
Two ruthless battlers two gruesome souls
Go live, right here
In
nice dreams
See these ice cubes, see these ice creams?
Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat
That's whiter than what's spilling down your throat
see-through, your not even equal Never second guess a professor [Chorus 2x] But that's the price you pay being born in the ghetto [*in the ghetto* echoes] [Mr.
Let's take that road before us
And sing a chorus or two
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you
There's a birthday party
in it
I spit that tech sheizter off to y'all
It's crazy even Michael Jackson said it's off the wall
I brought the sickness, big techs, live less,
stack two floors that loaf
I be floor seats by that coach
I be fight seats by that rope
Make me so sick I could vomit
Gin with no tonic
Cheat on my
So you already know I'm bout to get to that paper
Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary.
Cause pay checks are coming up
crew suit you to shift now you claim that you gear's lot
With, this underground cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst
Then proceeds like
You don't really wanna stop
Eh eh
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Yeah yeah, uh-huh, check it out, yeah, c'mon
Whether you like it hard or the live guitars
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
I'm sittin' by the pool, thinkin' 'bout some women
Wishin' that we all could be swimmin'
Then the Poison Clan bought some
persistent
Quick to spit Biggie name on shit, make my name taste
Like ass when you speak it, see me in the street
Your jewelry? You can keep it, that be our
Motherfuckers
Say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
time for your mind, one time)
Yo, whatever
(One time for your mind, one time)
Ayo, Nas (what up, Paul?) Kick that fuckin' rhyme
Check it out
When
extorting
(Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up)
[Verse Two: Havoc, Method]
Extortion is the key I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune,
Hey, I can be the answer
I'm ready to dance when the vamp up
And when I hit that dip get your camera
You could see I been that bitch since
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