Lyrics:
Seventy-eight sit in silence
Seventy-eight contribute to violence
"Let's have some fun
This beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick"
it's not worth it to risk it
(You're right)
Not over this shit, drop the biscuit (I will)
Don't even listen to Slim yo
He's bad for you
(You know what
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
front on
The Birdman, you heard, man
Catch a couple shots from the
Glock in my hand
Damn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuit
You know you get yo' ass
I offered this bitch a doggie biscuit you call me misogynistic
Bitch get to massagin' this dick
Like spas in this bitch
Slob on it with gobs
Lead by the Spirit I'm killing the falseness
Am I a good man?
Or I'm stuck on autopilot
Living on autopilot without the Messiah?
Nah
Now what really
on cloud nine fuckin with me duke
Be sure that I'm the crisp man waitin to see Proof
Some say I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs
I'm gettin high
but now they're rockin' in the disco.
[in the disco]
They're gonna rock [they're gonna go]
They're gonna roll [hey hey]
Well, if you find [where
there
Cause I won't risk it for a biscuit
But I'll risk it for a big spliff
You can't go there
Man this happens everyday
But I still gotta make my money
tical man and funk docta
[Method Man]
Every time I turn around somebody in my business
Time for you to testify can I get a witness
Actin like
said this is what I think it is art
Oh-oh father, oh-oh mother
Coming down the disco, does this lot really love you?
Oh-oh father, oh-oh coming down
slidin' on his belly
I'm grippin' on my hammer with the silencer twisted
Contemplatin' murder now, I'm 'bout to swerve on my biscuit
But it's my man
Shit, sweep you off your feet
Like Ryu in the corner
Shit, man
Smooth, man
I'm a fuckin' smooth mover, ugh
Yo if I didn't say it's me you
I came across this, this, this black man
He was talkin' about (look down below)
Sure of yourself risin', prices of food sky rises
Foreign
Thousand dollar shoes for when
I want biscuit's
Can't get in the club, lil bitch
You ain't listed
Santa Claus called me and told me I'm gifted
Want
it?
CRAIG: Aye
KAREN: Orange or mint?
CRAIG: (PAUSE) Orange…er…no, mint…no, orange…oh fook it
Can I have one of each?
KAREN: Fookin ‘ell
He's a man
to be a serial Killer
The misfit born to be Sadistic
When I cock the biscuit
With you screaming "stop this shit"
I'm just counting ballistics
My mind is
a couple shots from the Glock in my hand
Damn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuit
You know you get your ass twisted, so run for cover
Me and my man
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Ex-man lookin' at me like I'm Lucifer
'Cause he knows I will deal with the case, yes sir
If I was the last man on Earth
I would only take that girl, end
And I'm fresh like I'm by Mennen
I'm on the clock like five minutes
Tryin' to get passed the line of scrimmage
Yeah, and before I leave her thighs
numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me
that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna
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