Lyrics:
to myself
Ready? I'm no beginner
We'll never run out of health
Level up by the second 'cause
So much damage is dealt no doubt
I'll be the greatest trainer
we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops
Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30
we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops
Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30
[Intro: Bizzy]
Bizzy Bone, you know what it is baby
After Platinum Records
Let's get this money '07 style
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy,
High rollers, what's up?
Drinks Houston, what's up?
Onyx, what's up?
You does it baby you does it baby
Harlem nights, what's up?
Treasures,
years
L'll never let you down baby
I drop 50, I steal gravy
I look back on Venus
I look (I look) back on Mars
And (and) I burn with the fire
Hansen
Hansen fire baby baby yeah�
Hansen fire� Hansen fire � Hansen fire �
Hansen coming out for the gold (krrrr!)
Killing all the fear she be bold
Now we
walkin' with a limp, limp
I just had a lotta red wine and some big shrimp
Let me use my credit card on your baby (ching ching)
Used to sip, sip 'til my
the brain been tryna maintain my cool
But I don't know if I can feel anything no more
I just wanna fuckin' smoke
Light up the fire
Indo baby, I just walked
gotta be
The best thing since Starks and Clark Wallabees
African killer bees blackwatch
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts
From Park Hill, the house
gotta be
The best thing since Starks and Clark Wallabees
African killer bees blackwatch
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts
From Park Hill, the house
night
Birthday bash you passed by
Something 'bout you got me wanting it
The way you walk you earned it
And, they way you talked you learned it
And, I
from the city call my baby's number, and they bring Candy toys
But when I come knockin', she smiles pretty,
She knows tonight I'm gonna be Candy's
explodes like a bomb hit
Bitch, I shot it
Get my team, that's a mob hit
Call me Mr. Clean, I mop it
Blowin' smoke while she slop it
Oh shit, fire, that's
the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon.
And I'm on that
hmmm
Hmmm hmmm
Fa re fetsa, o tsamaya le mang?
GHEN GHEN GHEN
You enter bash you enter party
I wn come meet you tell you something
Calm down baby
abused
(Verse 2: Kaan)
Boom boom blowin' up
Hands in the sky baby hold 'em up
So fresh so clean when I’m rollin' up
Schitzo sick flow no throwin' up
knees when I'm walking home
To Marion
Around the time I got fired, I'm with Danny and Bash
Sitting, filling up our fire pit with cigarette ash
Fergus
baby
Our words have got the lean, like maybe-
Our words create drugs, no baby
Hit it from the back, and I’ll call her guy and laugh
He blowin’ up my
how you go from Baby Bash to Baby Boy?
Niggas don't play by the rules no more
Gotta realize what the movement's for
Full potential need to find your
else to go
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas to you
I hear sleigh bells in the distance
And songs sung by a choir
It's snowin' and it's blowin'
So
else to go
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas to you
I hear sleigh bells in the distance
And songs sung by a choir
It's snowin' and it's blowin'
So
of Schindler's while
We hang up a swastika
You never saw nobody sicker
I'll light a cop on fire and
Laugh while the flames flicker
Dump a bloody baby in
223 is 556 is blow you watch out socks
Catch you at the light you better duck boy these bitches hot
Baby yop blowin out fire torch a nigga top
Really
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