Lyrics:
on it
Get out my way bitch let me finish up my f**king clips
You should have watch your words
Now I am dumping your girlfriend over my terraces
Chorus
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
my gold max and you went all out (uh-huh uh-huh)
I clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Aiyo, this is big Nas
I wanna give a shout-out to my man Premo, you know?
From Gang Starr, no doubt
Lil' Dap, Jeru, Melachi, the whole crew
I'll give you the treat
Booth turns kitchen, Flamin' my sh*t,
Get it on line , time fo' the feast
I'm makin' moves, no hesitation
Plus got
the big-dick gangsta's in the house
And the Dangerous Crew's gonna turn it out
So everybody out there that's talkin shit
I'ma wash my name out your mouth with
to dem muthafuckin cluckers
If you want something come and get something (2x)
[C-Murder]
I got fiends runnin out the fuckin crack house
I'm not P but I
cut him now I get big amounts
If I buy two then I get four
If I get four then I get eight
If I keep going then that’s more weight
I keep food on my
two f***s about what they write
So all my lyricists you best be f***ing hearing this
This pic and mix of little pr**ks
Is fucking indie businesses these
a match and the match went out
But it wasn't no more lights in the motherfucking house
Speakin of house let's play a game of it
Is you wit it? hide and go
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up, back up, back up, back up ease off
This goes out to all area crew (yes, yes, yes)
This to my BK crew
locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats blowin out'cha back
What the deal, what them tough looks and eye contact
Starin all up in ya cornea,
out the bottle
From the Bronx like Billy Blanco
Fortin' high-on on the throttle
My shit dates back like American Bandstands
So ya'll niggas sit
go we're in the place to be
Like that, rock the house
To my man Cut Chemist, rocks the house
To my man Charlie 2na, rocks the house
And to my
and scratched by Rock)]
"Sendin this one out.. to my man" -> [Prodigy]
"Meth-Tical" -> [Meth] "Pete Rock"
"Half man, half amazin" -> [Nas]
"Make it hot nigga!"
Free my homies out the slammer s**t we got to have some fun
Lil’ bruh in a ‘21 he see 12 he run
And the house always win yeah we got to collect them
your house and be like, yo
Don't you gotta man
Why you fuckin' wit' mine
See, I been through bad times
Get yo' mind off mines
You must be lonely
don't you just come to my house, b****, you know?
[Mo] Yeah, I come through, yo, where you live at?
[Missy] Ask your n**** where I stay at
[Mo] Please,
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
get everything you ever wanted baby
That's my word
Trust, my niggas come home from long bids
They check for me before they see their own kids
I
so they fall out
Whip, double roof, dog barkin' on the dog house
And I gotta give 'em the Lyt
My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight
Ain't
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
Yo, my crew is in the house
Terra, Herb Mcgruff, Buddah bless
Big twan, Killa Kam, Trooper J, and Mike Boogie
And I'ma set it like this
Aiyo,
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