Lyrics:
' cheddar, nigga (lil' bit)
Gotit gon' get 'em a load (go get it)
Zip it, hush, no tellin', nigga (zip it)
Or you gon' get hushed by the pole (shh)
You
you and stop
you [stop you, stop you].
Look who got you, too, who shot you, who got you, pop you and stop you
[stop you, stop you].
Nigga, this
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole
Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob
Viscious Man Funk on the boards
Coming at you for the 98
And it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I
a fuckin better look
Listen to my words, rehearse, then eat the hook
Decent is the word, in this world, take a look
Now you look surprised cause I made
and they can't tell me nothin'
"oh shit...looks like I wrote a lil' more..."
Run it-run it back
I feel like this ain't real life that I been livin'
But I
heart towards none of you lil' niggas
I've been sittin' alone by myself, countin' up big figures
Now I'm with the mob and we been plottin' on how to get
it's back to the future call me rob krantz
They look to me so I had to do it
Not a instagram model but I still influence
Gotta work to get paid so I'm
you'll listen to me
Hey
If you are wise you'll listen to me
Hey
They said they did it before Wayne, not like this!
They tryna stop us, Wayne! They
aunties to tell me keep My head up lil nigga
I had to listen to music
So I can show you to do it
So I'm giving you game
Because we learn like the same
So
you (stop you, stop you)
Look who got you, too, who shot you
Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
Nigga, this Mo Thug and we can
and trapping is a pit stop or sub genre
Listen to the fans let em all warn ya
About the lessons of Rob Co you know he'll learn ya
Out I might turn you when you
Clue
Clue
Clue
Clue...
[Outkast]
Out of the basement
Out of the dungeon
Look at these broads
What have you done to them?
Rippin'it,
Mykill from Averfeild with a murderous look
Leave you shook and nigga Punchenella, punchenella
I urge to Rob, rob-a-Fella, rob-a-fella
*Break {Speaking}*
shit
Cause it'll be too hard to stop me
Got your main hoe off them roxies
Lil Spanish broad she callin me Papi
Lil Mamacita fucked everybody
She's off
the gold faucets
Be cautious, well known to take the weak hostage
U.S Marshalls on the way and they cut open the gates
Know we going to trial by the look
will it stop
Jay and Dame ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm
and hit the cabbage patch
Feeling like Fat Sacks
Personal lottery lil baby stand back
Like Dre three stacks told em
"Turn me up, don't turn me down"
Look
bull
And it made me realize
Not all passion is good passion you know
But if you don't imma break that down for you though
Look, said what's your passion
Niggas die when I fire, slide by with the nine by my waist-side
Got a chopper that stop 'em, a pussy nigga want problems
I slide by in a blue Impala
nigga, I can do bad on my own
And I don't need no company lil' mama, stop ringing my cellular phone
When I be down and out, nobody wanna come and kick it
a plane
Listen to your shit and every verse was the same
Stop tellin' lies be versed in the flames
Feel bad for these guys man I should be ashamed
In
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, yea yeah
Leave my hands dirty, I'ma bury that nigga
Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga
Finger on the trigger, don't
out my watches, shit look stupid
Servin' crack and shit
We posted up by signage totin' toolies
We spinnin' back again
Lil bro you can't be scared, you
on a hoe cause you think she's fine
Holding hands at the movies, waiting much to fuck
Played like a sucker, you should know what's up
Getting dogged by
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