Lyrics:
bustin' slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga westside
[Verse 3: Nas]
Game got at me about
again rulin again
Watch as we do it again
You little suckers know better, I go head up
If your man left the joint in the whip then tell him go get it
about it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit gats
Peep chicks huggin the sacks, yours scratchin
blessed just like the Pope grab a opp hang em by a rope
Bitch we got these poles we be wilding and doing the most
We can make a toast to the opps we left
(It's goin' down) when I kick you in the
Chest like King Leonidas
You own a pair of Air Force Ones
Now who the fliest and not the Nikes
I mean
impaled, executed in jails
All part of the macabre mix
And then down to the harbour and across the Styx we sail
And head for here with stories, clearly, that
You can put your head down
You can just walk away
Might as well be dead now
Cause what you lost just can't be saved
You can put your hands down
Cause
feels so good
In your face
Yeah
It feels so good
Take it to 'em bro, throw down, now say
Settin' forth a course I'm really wiggin' out
In my dome
The overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
In the hot joint takin' the pill
There walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
hangs on a rack
Next to a safe that holds a key to my mind
Inception in the head trying to steal the rhymes
But it's the rhythm that puts my brain back in
wrong with a little bump and grind
You know it's my thing, get your bell rang
By the Meccafied slang, the jack of all trades
Couldn't even gang bang,
to concave your brain its
To small
For your head
You be looking dead
Cause there's no life see
And when come crashing down
Imma be right there laughing at you
down cause worries hang on your neck
Everything you tryna do nothing seems to be working
Never give up as long as you know you gat life
They'll say
Bells are ringin', children singin'
All is merry and bright
Hang your stockings and say your prayers
'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight!
Here comes
Bells are ringin', children singin'
All is merry and bright
Hang your stockings and say your prayers
'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight!
Here comes
Bells are ringin', children singin'
All is merry and bright
Hang your stockings and say your prayers
'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight!
Here comes
like a warden
Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan
So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps
It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back
you under my wing
Car expensive, jack a nigga
What they know? I head crack a nigga
Shots fired don't ask a nigga
Gangsta got killed by a rappin' nigga
Trouble done sewed up the tracks
Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young niggas that's down to break a bitch
The Nickel Nut
hair
His fireman, Jack Dixon, was standing by his side
Awaiting for strict orders while in the cab to ride
Georgie's mother came to him with
could took a try
And kiss that ass goodbye
You be found in your home Nigga
Head blown from that Chrome
Fuck with me, I'm livin' wrong Nigga
[T.L.T
been loud
Cruisin uptown Woo while this blunt hang out my mouth
I been loud there ain't no way I'm turnin down
I can't talk to Bryce and I ain't stopping
eyes
You peek inside my empty shell
A memory in disguise
Tree outside is upside down
Head hangs off the bed
They say I'm just a pair of lungs
and the beat was by Trackster
Title of the song was "Po Pimp"
I said, "Ooh, snap"
I told 'em I'm about to jack
Spit it funky like I'm a mack
I'ma come off
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