Lyrics:
right by the D, they need to free my nigga B
I ain't the type of person to be running from no beef
Those fucking guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody
to call me Lil' Rock
Skinny big head nigga with a rock
And I ain't talkin' 'bout the hard
Even though my fam used to keep the grams in the socks, damn
winnin
So we all chase bands, we got brothers locked down
So we all hate feds, I been pourin' up the juice
Tryna meet the right man, turn ten into thirty
detergent
Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp
Remember what I taught ya:
Keep your heart, Three Stacks
Keep your heart
Ayy,
innocent
I can, I can get you right
Me and my homie, endorphins are air tight
Pleasure's what I swear by
My one code there's no code
Do what thou will
Tell 'em that I'm GS9, Coke Boy
And tell 'em we brought guns for the smoke, boy
My nigga French still get it by the boat, boy
Say that Shmoney ain't
a white line, this the right time
I Suge Knight, Vanilla Ice, I'm not Mr. Nice Guy
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
Boy you know the move
If I say we going then we going ain't no time to lose
(Do my dance lil bitch, you know I got the moves)
Tic Tac, then we pop
decisions
We ain't fucked up bout no Mrs
Diamond minded decisions
That was really the main mission
Every thang gone be alright
I got a feeling
Riding down
Yeah
We turning up right now
We turning up right now
We turning up right now aye aye
These niggas ain't real
These niggas ain't built like me
And I
with that booka-blocka (Blocka)
I think me and lil' bro nerds
We solve all the problems (Problems)
We just ran off on the plug
We took all his choppas
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i
but this shit ain't December
Me and B.Tee, we like Stockton, Malone
He drop the pass, and I gotta deliver
Might cop a lil more, but I cop a lil quicker
show now
I be searchin for the brand like this aint it right now
I've got a couple crew mates with me they be lit right now
If I start to sink they ride
lil' Mama
He ain't gotta know about nothing we do
I'm saying
He ain't gotta know about the G5 trips
He ain't gotta know about the splurge
lil' Mama
He ain't gotta know about nothing we do
I'm saying
He ain't gotta know about the G5 trips
He ain't gotta know about the splurge
through you, you’re whole sh-t is made of glass
[Nicki Minaj]
You see right through me
How do you do that sh…
[Lil Kim]
I draw back, I’m a Brooklyn
grade,
we just don't give a fuck, why'know I'm sayin?
JT: Hey, but shit, see it ain't like that, see I tried to do shit right,
even though I wouldn't, but
bags for the low then you know that I'm buying
But if he look sweet, We bag him
We going get on that car, We going tag em
If it's smoke then we ain't
Getting ready Steady, ima take this like a boss
Yeah u heard me, When I come with this heat
That's Mr. Genuine
I'm the one to greet
We AIN'T taking NO LOSS
Whatever you wanna see
Can I be all that you need
Every year on Christmas Eve
Now we ain't got to hit the club
Know you cold, let's bundle up
I'm just
what? What? What?)
Other tenants who be praying they ain't the new neighbor (what? Say word, word)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga (Nigga)
They try to play him
And we all say
"Oh, well, I never
Was there ever a cat so clever as
Magical Mr. Mistoffelees?"
He is quiet, he is small, he is black
From the ears
And we all say
"Oh, well, I never
Was there ever a cat so clever as
Magical Mr. Mistoffelees?"
He is quiet, he is small, he is black
From the ears
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