Lyrics:
the gas)
I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
He said, "We ain't in Cali nigga, get out, throw your hands up"
Runnin' real hard shake the taser
jim
Who's gonna drive you as far as he can
But he ain't got the rent and you ain't got a man
"what now mama? Tell me you got a plan."
"we're gonna make
country
Bridge
I really think that I have fallen your the only name I'm calling, Got me drunk in love and you can call me a alcoholic: I really think
out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down
Feelin' these all in your background
Said this is
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
let me say, loud & true
There ain't nothin' wrong with you
Who's afraid of that slippin' through, kid?
It's all about the kids, f'real
Shirley Temple
let me say, loud & true
There ain't nothin' wrong with you
Who's afraid of that slippin' through, kid?
It's all about the kids, f'real
Shirley Temple
Oscar, no wonder muh'fucker I'm a (Grouch)
I work around dirt, eyes focused on turf
You tried to hide before your NexTel chirp!
Blaow gotcha, you the best
is? (You know what it is)
They ain't, they ain't got a clue what we about to do (AZ of course)
What up, Boogz? You know I would if I could
Bring
shit
Fuck with my bread and pay your rent
And I got you you got me pass that Mary and take that hit
I ain’t got no friends just family members
Family
the hotel (Yeah, yeah)
Pussy good, might buy your ass a bag like...
Got damn, think I met you in the past life
I Got your ex mans mad like...
Got that good
Ya don't know who I am
Who you
Let me introduce myself
I'm King Nino
Nino Brizzy Brown
New York
Manhattan
Lower East Side
Killer Hill
Rutgers
up
But Beatrice said he got a fresh package that came up
Why you blockin' us
Baller Blockin' us
You niggas can keep tryin
Ain't no stoppin' us
If you ain't about what you say I can't put you on
If you ever talked down imma prove you wrong
If you were never by my side you can move along
But
"Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X)
"Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery
[Lord Jamar]
Well can you tell me
a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can take
Yeah, you dig? (yeah) uncle Jxm (It's Dolph)
Ayy (Hahaha, it's just a whole lotta money)
Nigga, please
You ain't got as much guap as me (Uh)
You
thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
On the other side of town a boy is waiting
With fiery eyes and dreams no one
thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
On the other side of town a boy is waiting
With fiery eyes and dreams no one
you for fun
Your daddy got robbed by Top, you Stunna and Wayne, like father, like son
Anthony set up the plays, Kojo be chargin' you double for
through your city on dem thangs nigga, fo real
[Chorus]
Ain't been to the city in awhile
Now we had to shout y'all down
And if you don't let us
just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
B****, your f***ing with a dog, all I want to do is bury some bones
Take a piss
Helluva made this beat, baby
Haa
Meek, you got your strap?
Ain't nothin' to talk 'bout
Let's get it
I don't sleep on no beef
(We ain't
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