Lyrics:
in your residential district
Presidential chipped out canary rock sizzlin'
Mary hot pop crisp shorty got this
Fly angel, my dreams of a queen came
we busted
'Til I got a buzz like that nigga Chris Mullin
District of Columbia
You Bernie Mac funny, we ain't scared of none of ya
Look at,
[Chorus]
[Cam'Ron]
I'm from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this shit is live
Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd, you from two-one
shit slow, so you don't miss it
Don't be a statistic, my jewels from the district
Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted
Son I'm off
bust then they gonna have to pick loc up
All they talkin' cause I'm chalkin' whole districts off
Since this loss a purple nigga's piss me off
Conflict
biscuit
These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district
Leave no finger prints and no survivin' witness
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
like Master
Faster ghost like Casper
Man Of Steel hangin' & bangin' in yo' district
Never get it twisted I'm lifted, gifted
Like Steel hard
we busted
'Til I got a buzz like that nigga Chris Mullin
District of Columbia
You Bernie Mac funny, we ain't scared of none of ya
Look at,
seein' signs?
You hearin' signals deciphered
From District 9
No fuckin' rapper-cypher when meteors flyin'
The meters are flyin' but I'm way faster
Run away
get rich
I'm good if y'all don't listen
Just catch me out the District
And I'm probably in some limited shit they ain't never shipping
Sometimes you
tryna wait (huh)
The district attorney keep tryna hate
He fightin' the feds and fightin' the state (true)
I did some time with some sick minded
my district, I witness, I live this
You dont even visit, why you in my business?
Only God can judge me (only God can judge)
Ay, only God can judge
District, V.A. all day
PG MoCo they sweaters
Guess who made MDMA?
Amy Wine to Cobain
Qur'an, Bible or fate
Try not to feel like I'm Robin Will'
Would
so sick
I will never pretend to be a part of this
They told me that black shirts and pants were okay
So now you'll see me down at the Art District
paper
If your bitch really 'bout it, nigga I'm gon' take her
Backseat of my Jeep, fuck 'til I fuck up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District
nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court
You got it Kris-krossed ain't no turning me backwards
Too many District Attorneys concerned with the actions
Of one individual, he's criminally
spied a sheriff comin' down the line
Coughed and coughed as he cleared his throat
He said, "Come on you dirty hack into that district court"
Into
Arrested on charges of unemployment,
he was sitting in the witness stand
The judge's wife called up the district attorney
Said you free that brown
strangler in paradise
a killer in the crowd
strangler in paradise
this red light district is going down
he's gonna take you
kiss and caress you
grab
Strangler in paradise
A killer in the crowd
Strangler in paradise
This red light district is going down
He's gonna take you
Kiss and caress
Yeh, yeh
Bitch
Tú sabe como no' movemo lo' ninja
Ey, ey
Llegue a Miami, gaste 10,000 en Design District
Busque una mami, de culo grande es de
the mothership, Giving up the funk)
You have just jurisdiction implementation
Of booty control there shall be no further
Pursuit from this district
I wants
In Design District, boy, you see me at the top
Collins Ave, get the coco from the coast guard
Coast clear, let's reward the ones who cook raw
Dolce
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