Lyrics:
where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
Don't stop, keep goin' don't
(Fuck that lil bih)
You shot a brick, I send my shooter, that's my assist (Yee yee yee)
You know who I am, how is you the goat hoe, I'm inside a lamb
This is for the women who be askin' 'bout the glory that we bask in
But when we don't get our dues, they Nicki laughin'
I dedicate this
Listen, Mr. Brainiac
This right here is a bad idea
The combination you are talking about
Will lead to a colossal explosion
But if you still want
the ones who in attendance
If I left u where u at then I’m the one who should be offended
See I don't fold ion surrender
I just look to the sky
Say a prayer
the now the kid wastin ya
Intelligence the lil that you had
I'm the Big Bad Wolf's dad, homie no comparing me to no one
Especially you, I'm in the league
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
I'm just a nigga from the Rock can you dig it
Seen you on the 'gram glad you not catfishing
Shoot my shot like I
Beastella bounced back
Bounced back with a vengeance
I woke up with a grudge Nzingha be my witness
Who you pray to Allah?
(You betta get it!)
Eye pray
hoes
Catch me on Milwaukee at Lil Woodys wit 2 bestfriends
By end of the night I'm fucking bestfriends
I know her mans prolly mad he be hating on me
apology
Woo
Woo
His bitch told me A B C
It's gang gang in 1 2 3
Can't be scared in my city, DC
Woo
Woo
Big dog with no OG
I was by myself making plays
Now
I'm managed by me, shit I feel like I'm pimpin' me
Huh, these hoes tippin' me, huh, take 'em to Tiffany's
Just had an epiphany, that bitch ain't bad
Collecting bad bitches, I'm building a team
Waxing her down like I'm Mr. Miyagi, She saying I'm funny like I'm Mr. Bean
I just pulled up in a brand new
of Lil' Robs
Is ther anythin' that you would like to say
To them Player Haters and if so what would it be
[Verse Two: Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it
constantly tryin' to find a reason why
Because I'm a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy
Now who am I?
It's P. Diddy muthafucka
Do or die?
Don't
tell your girls who you hoe for
[Mr. Lil One]
Bitch why you fronting like you fresh and you're clean
You be knowing what I mean when you unzip the jeans
when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just
When I was a child I had my shyt pushed in, And my wig split, Raped by a man and a woman, Never sucked a dyck, I’m looking for them child molesters,
Mr cell Block, Mr dead Eye like
Rydas' the gang and all
You motherfuckers know me
Lil Shank! One of the illest killers
Cap peeler, blood spiller,
and her roommate
And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it ain't no discussion
It cost to be the boss, my n-gga you way outta your budget
Who you playin' with
you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love
the games unfair
Gucci Mane La Flare
Who gives a care about niggas over there?
Shawty got a pear: apple with a gap
I think we make a pair
She like em from
fist down yo mutha fuckin throat.... HOW I BE COMIN!!
*(Chorus)*
*(Ric Roc talking during chorus)*
An I swam, all the way from the shark infested
not a game
The steel cold if I unload the pistol
May His soul be witchu
I know BARS who you wanna be Ars'
That's why you stole those initials
Fuck who
and he balled up
On the bedroom floor
Why you actin' like you the one
Who popped his pistol for?
If everyone in this room was
A mutant from X-Men, you'd be
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