Lyrics:
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
booze, stupid rich dudes
Crystal, chandellier ice, keep a wrist full
'cause, if Lil' Jon, can ice his cup
I top that shit, and ice my nuts
See I'm a threat
Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy
(Whachu
crew
Split wigs for a living everydays thanksgiving
Motherfucker fuck y'all rides, we slides we dipping
Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr
the number, the year that I started rhyming
From Brooklyn to Staten Island them Decepticons was wildin'
Music soothing but the imagery violent as bomb threats
Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy
(Whachu doin?)
happy
Kill or be killed, Id rather go to war before they catch me
Arrest me, I told you before I wears vest's
A born legend by the way of .357
I
licks devious when i take it i run
Might come up on guns
Blood lust so deep think i'm shootin thru lungs
Lil man try me by the night you is done
Cannot
5-1 not 5-0, Im'ma be 52
Bomb drop non-stop spitting on you
Never have so many been screwed by so few
Call to save y'all, so whatcha wanna do?
'm out to get high and supply
What you need Mr. Postman
Comin' through with all the mail What you need?
I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell
disrespect
Liberation
Transformation
What did you expect
What did you expect
Mr Candidate-Elect
Was it everything you planned
By a palm tree in
the spirit realm
Fat nigga, Majin Buu, I'm eating, never gave a fuck
Spirit bomb my wrist, lil' bitch, 'cause I've been blowin' up
That Wock' and 'Tussin,
'm a threat, don't give a fuck bout how you feeling
Put the dick up in her stomach, I'ma have it a lil' bit squealing
All I hang around is niggas who be fucking
and blue 11's (Straight up)
Hurricanes hitting with another bomb threat, man
This shit feel like Armageddon
Swear I'm goin' every second
So I keep good
I was a rider, that's fa sho
We them niggas getting hated by haters, we them niggas that done made it outrageous
Stack the money in the streets
shootin' us
I'm on my mom's steps, it's like a bomb threat
The violence pursuing us, I ain't meet God yet
'Cause I'm on the block where
It's just me
The stronger it gets
With death life the longer it gets
I know it’s hard to admit
That you follow some bullshit
Swallow the wrong pill looking for mr bill
bills and court appeals threats given by clowns
AYO Bolde, couldn't tell 'em how I mastered the style
It stood by me, Mr. Miyagi when wipping 'em down
I
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't ass without cha
hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
explodes like a bomb hit
Bitch, I shot it
Get my team, that's a mob hit
Call me Mr. Clean, I mop it
Blowin' smoke while she slop it
Oh shit, fire, that's
Dun Deal, C4, fuck nigga
Niggas drop salt and rice
Fuck 'round and hop out 'Gatti
4 Bombs Baby, brrr
Dun Deal, ay, Migos
Know what I'm sayin
la
La la la la
Mr. Postman look and see
If there's a message in your bag for me
Could be a bomb or it could be a letter
It don't matter it can
simple, Mr. Yates
What, do you mean?
You're the creator
What I saw was amazin after raisin up and
gazin at the vapors that I'm creatin, nights and days I
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