Lyrics:
on a diet
Them big boys that push heavy
Weight know I ain't lyin
I'm tryin to blow til the point
I can tell Donald Trump
"You fired" I did what I had to
Do
your children...
You a gun man then bag .. don't cut them boys here a little .. you moving drugs it's a bag... Levens left handing what they needing...
lights low and they movin' slow
They windows way down, layin' down, what they shootin' fo'
T.I.P., the West side Warrior
So you should know that
on me
Lemme hear you say say eh eh
Lemme hear you say say eh eh eh
I be your sugar daddy
Call me honey
I’m a young Alhaji
Put it on me
Lemme hear you say
my glass and shout shanghai
My drummer friend comes shooting by
He said Errol Flynn will never die
Oh no! Who am I to question why?
And are you
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
plans, no men
We gotta get out
(I don't live here, I am out)
I'm talkin' about gettin' in the mix
Mackin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Gettin' with some
will never be the same)
But one thing remains the same
(Erywon yeahmen)
Bang bang!
Did ya hear what I said
(I hear what you say sapphire)
Bang bang!
of the game
Became a man then everything changed
Big momma I can see your face through your prayers you saved me
You saved me what am I going to do now
Now
number
In number one by one
You wake up and you're dying
You don't even know what from
Well they shot you point blank
You been shot in the back
number
In number one by one
You wake up and you're dying
You don't even know what from
Well they shot you point blank
You been shot in the back
can't do what I do
These MCs can't blew what I blew
Ain't been through what I've been through
Look
I'm a big man, no little child in my crew
Step back
my jams in the set
Beats banging like a drummer in the summerz
It's the afternoon
It's summertime, bought 12 to two
What we doing?
I'm about to hoop
really want to talk about it
Or get in depth
But father I'm gon' leave you
With this last word called incest
(Cam) You know what I'm sayin'?
(Minister) My
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
When I hear your name
Boy you got it an I want it
Boy you're what I'm looking for!
[Chorus]
A thug boy
A tough boy
A rough boy
My kind of boy
money?
(Aw, you know what time it is, man
I got...)
Yeah, for some bail, buddy
We got to go do some work, man...
percentage (No no)
With the bases loaded all we need's a hit, boy I'mma still swing for the fences (Gone)
I guess you tend to overdo it when you come up
me be your little drummer (Drummer)
Girl I’m loving what you serving
Keep it coming (Coming)
Rub my tummy shawty
Yummy (Yummy)
She said Christmas
... Let's make y'all aquatinted so you see me sure you speak...
I go by name Williams... I kno y'all all done heard of me... Ready
I'll leave my last
to perfect your little pedo-stashe
cndre you have a big fucking nose
Literally everyone knows
I heard you're gonna have to do summer school
You can't even
stunts
I just pull up
I just pull up
I just pull up
Up
Yeah that boy he my enemy
He no friend to me
What you oughta be
Aye
William pulled up
Don't wanna
Jus to give her a glance
Say what she want
Jus to get in the pants
Choppa gon get you
Yea that's jus the plan
Shut the fuck up
Need to hear what i
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