Lyrics:
the ghetto P
Then you better be a rapper
Osha mo
Don't see me outta the road
And get it misunderstood
Get it misunderstood
Watch how you talking boy
Don't be
a knife fight bitch couldn't cut it
Young fresh nigga, I'm grey pouponin'
Why so sick by the time, might vomit
If I ain't the fliest then
I ain't far from
of been ran it up but you ran off
Now you wanna come around me with ya hands out
By the boop by the bang blowh
Blood stains all on the carpet like I'm
Yeah
The Remix
I know I'm destined to win
And you are too
I'm inspired too
By You and You
Right
Aye
Uh
Woke up and I started my day, now I'm feeling
a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411
your
By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what
your
By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what
and stare when I roll by
Niggas hate me and I don't know why (why)
'Cause I've spent half my life in the sky (come on)
And I buy the things that you wanna
a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411
brown tee
Muhammad throwback, who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he made one (Hell naw they don't excite me)
I'm all about my cash ridin' around wit
at me forever, ever, ever?
Yeah, do you see us in Vegas pushing a Monte Carlo?
Bet that money on baby, bet she don't leave me, oh no
See them heat
mind for good
Riddler me this
Don't you think you could
Badman
All that time you spending robbing
You should be mentoring them kids
Joker steady
and you trust her
Then don't bring her around me 'cause (I'm a flirt)
Now swear to tell the truth
And the whole truth
When it comes to hoes I be pimpin'
whom
Have I harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running
Hasn't
individual
So it's a must I support the peeps in my posse
Speaking of such yo my brother Breev come and spot me
Yah
I got it I got it don't worry about it
the Bell
Then make the LL remix of Do It Well
Then sip an OE by my lonely, you don't know me
Nor no teachers or nobody gon' control me
Nigga slowly
bitch, you must be crazy hoe
You better not have no P's in that house, you do we taking those
I'm up in that closet, like an auction, in here shaking
MC's, like Chuck D, I Shut 'Em Down
The Artical Don of hip-hop, and I won't stop
The Five-Foot Assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop
So do like Michael
must be the devil cause somethin' wrong with these niggaz
Nope - and crazy ain't the word
They say the stupid shit like Trick why don't you front
olfaction
Yeah that's right you think I think too much
Well maybe you don't think enough
Getting Money is a must
Been left by the realest I trust
It's not
choice and now you know what's coming
Pack your things and don't come back no more no more
Don't come back
Produced by Sly Dunbar for TAXI
more
Don't come back
Me can't believe a you say so
Nothing couldn't go so
Me no do you nothing
How you want me leggo
(repeat)
I know what I must do for
the army
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UK’s number one most viewed
Come out of the dark i don’t mean to be rude
But it’s true somebody
It's Bussa
Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)
[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,
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