Lyrics:
war?
I still break!
Everytime they see me man, they ask me two questions
Wyclef Jean, when is the next Fugees album?
When is Shottas Part Two? I
shoot!"
Three times she pulled a trigger on a forty-four gun,
The gun went, "Root-toot-toot!".
She nailed her man
Who'd done her wrong!
So they put
Kick this shit about the mail man
[ VERSE 1 ]
Time for the payback, backpay
Can't let homie live to see his birthday
A.K., Forty's lettin hot ones
to elite
And since you put me in the game
you know I'm shooting for the three
And when they talk about the legends they got be including me(EMO)
U.F.O U.F
shoot!"
Three times she pulled a trigger on a forty-four gun,
The gun went, "Root-toot-toot!".
She nailed her man
Who'd done her wrong!
So they put
shoot!"
Three times she pulled a trigger on a forty-four gun,
The gun went, "Root-toot-toot!".
She nailed her man
Who'd done her wrong!
So they put
[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode the Imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the s*** up in your stereo
Capo: 3
F/cm/C7-----F/cm/C7-----F/cm/C7/F
cm
Only seventeen an' givin' up her two-week-old baby
C7
a quitter
Every three months my house would get raided
This muthaF__in album is the f!*?#in sh!*?, ain't it?
Hydroponic leaves, rollin up my sleeves
Throw
right)
Now she wanna spend (what?)
All night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to (throw it back, ma)
right)
Now she wanna spend (what?)
All night with me (she wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to (throw it back, ma)
Can't Understand my city's under siege
F-a-see-e-M-o-be screamin 'cause I mean it
Till these muthafuckas bury me
37-40 pull dat pistol packin
Gun
gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moet (we don't mind Chivas)
Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three (Mike D is D)
M.A. Parks, C57797, you have a visitor
Right there, stall three
Hi baby.
Wa**up honey?
Hey you know it's just only one more week until family
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
makayn love
Game over krahna L'khsara f'had l'pays no more lies
Achta7 3el Ray
Madafuka jina b'rap nwas3o la maille (Oûu yeahyeahyeah)
On my way
Bzf dyaba
Shyheim (T.M.F. #2)
Twenty-seven (Yea, yea, yea, yea)
Wu-Tang (Stapleton, Killarmy)
Shyheim (T.M.F., Trife the under structure)
Word (What's
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
'Cause even our birthdays is cursed days
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways
I'd love
score of lace
[lace]
One and three arguments, symphony in a storm
sung by souls of three little shelters
[shelters]
Just one, and one, and just
just
in love from the first time
I've heard it all I'm the worst right
Swing by then I'm out like the 3rd strike
I get the pack and then I hit a play
drink brew, screw and common knew
We had b****es by the dozens "huh" we f***in' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A n**** just got
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