Lyrics:
featuring Masta Killa Tekitha
[martial arts movie sample]
The technique depends mainly
on arm and finger strength
Once you've
dead, she hideous
Work rate high, tryna get to a million (a million)
Man down, man down, now I'm billin' him
Get outta here 'fore my fingers starts
guys where he
Living told em to just
Bring me one of his
Fingers a real mob
Nigga not one of these
Singers
Real big rapper
Real big trapper
Little boy
your finger pop
Ah to the tic toc tic tic tic tism
Live and direct is the rebels of rhythm
On your radio turn up the stereo cause it's working
Bonnie n Clyde, ride with my baby by my side
Those baby blue eyes hypnotize
Visualize when you strip the gun clip slip on your thigh
Never slipping she's
Make more (money man) that the model for the mob
Need a blow-job my model, get a model for the job
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga
Make more (money man) that the model for the mob
Need a blow-job my model, get a model for the job
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga
Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us
Artillery got a gun for every letter
In the alphabet while your family in pajama's
I'll be stepping in
verse
Converse with the worst til one
Of our gun burst callin Archurelli
Tell him niggas in one hearse
'Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce
No
Oh shit put ya middle fingers up on this one
Oh this is the one right here yo
OH we finna get real crunk
Up in this motherfucka man
Lil Jon
man
So middle finger to your pardon
When you're pushing up that garden
I've got your smokin' gun
Cause I don't need to ask anyone
For any reason to be
Chorus
Ain’t no introductions
I ain’t kissing nothing
Bitch wanna see me in jail
(Ha)
Forty Im bussin, I’m finger fuckin
This the fire man
the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs, land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
ain't never got sick
Bitch I even know how many keys your man flip
I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed
I know all these pussy ass cops by their first
the east and the west divide
The land between the trenches
Was patrolled by the deaf and the blind
The blind were shouting, ?Listen?
While the deaf said,
The old gunfighter on the porch stared into the sun
And relived the days of living by the gun
When deadly games of pride were played
And living
over her H.E.A…girl I'll bring the D
Man
You shoulda seen 'em when a nigga I went Ivy
Was blinded by the hoes Stevie had to guide me, but
You ever think
squad'll attack you in threes, no need for darkman
We last man standing, who dead man walkin'
It's five fingers to death, when I clutch
The microphone in my
up
Fuck with me
Snap my fingers
Turn to dust
Gotta love for Mary Jane
Like I'm Spider-Man
Flyin by dropping bombs
Like green goblin
Come at ya in
[Chorus]
Mi ah tek e whole pot
Mi nuh wan' no plate
Cah mi nuh wan' be nothing but somebody great
Mi ah try long time, still I man ah wait
Cah 'nough
mi
Strikeforce out like a match when hurricane coming ,
Ratty see an run fi cover quick an start do maze running
Di law man up in the hill seh Betta
scaring ya with a pistol that’s pretend
I made it out my fingers
And pointed it at you
Have you ever seen a man
So mad that he’d rather
Have a gun instead
fuckin' goddamn verse
Like, fuckin' hook, man, so why the fuck is you, why you trying to rush me and shit
Like, damn, nigga, chill, bro, like, I'm almost
Another day begins and there you are
The mother sways her shins
Here comes the footstep of the man
Who'll make your dreams
The tube is fitted in
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