Lyrics:
stuck with that bitch
But my niggas like yo FUCK THAT BITCH
Ayo it's like this, me and shorty got a kid,
off some drunk after the club shit we done did.
[GZA]
Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced
I move with the speed and strength of ants
Identical in form with the Beez they swarm
Hold
Yo, yo, yo
Time to go, go, go
With Santa Claus
Ready to ho, ho, ho
Ready to turn up
Ready for the snow
It's Christmas time
You already know
Let's go
Yo Yo Uh
That's that's much better
All I want for Christmas is Kiera Knightly
All I want for Christmas is Kiera Knightly
Miley and a Riley Reid
We don't live by rules
We shoot in broad day
Have them bodies laying out on Broadway
Kids get out of school they see the body
Every organ dripping
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas
in the game, my brothers
Who are out there doin? what they feel they've got to do
I wanna ask you one favor, let's let the young kids 10, 11, 12 years
Me personally, what? I did three
Kid, you weak, your station and P.A.C.
Yo, son, but fuck this jail shit, son, tell 'em about the streets, son
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
through YA, nellaz
And all the hogs
He even robbed santa claus on Christmas day
And every Sunday my momma pray that he
Don't get caught up in gunplay
Hey, I
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
"Yo, Duke, spark up, light up the tropical, kid"
"Alright don't play me like I got a flowerpot head, kid"
"Just chill" (on the real, man)
"Let's go
a clip up in yo shit, niggaz want to take yo loot
Put an AK47 up in the window of your Lexus Coupe
Murderin and kids are robbers, cop killa in my hood
look-a-there, the honey
The ooo-wee
Baby, way over there by the apple tree
I love, yo' lovely little apple
I think yo' apple is awful fine
So crazy about yo
day, seven thousand kids are gettin locked up
When every day the justice system seems to stay stocked up
When every day they cuttin 'em down 'fore they
when we were kids once
And, on that note, one love Hunts, rest easy bruz
They all wanna know where is my mind
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
They all wanna know
or the kickdrum sound
I be meetin' you, defeatin' you and beatin' you down
My name rings bells and make rappers petrol
God help you, kid, when I get upset, yo
and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree, my 12 days of Christmas was nothin' but lies
I run at you hard like a sumo(Sumo)
They say
Damn, GW is here
Don't let your eyes deceive you
Blasting in yo ear
Don't let the beat leave you
2012 hooping at cleave too
All day & all night,
Floodin' my watch, but ain't givin' a clown the time of day
Ain't-ain't talkin' Christmas, wouldn't holla in my holidays
I-I fuck with niggas that be
a million of Y'all and only one of me(hey)
What happened to the village as far as I can see
It's been burned down by this modern day slavery
[Donovan:]
the cab, drunk as hell, weed and Beck's on my breath
I'm undercover so I'm dressed in turtleneck and the vest
Tec by the waist, yo cabbie make a left
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