Lyrics:
observation crew, is much deeper, throw your hands up, all my party people
Can't get to the spot fast enough, I know it's crunk, keep listenin you'll begin
trippin'
Pistol at my desk, I was sittin' up in school with it
Put your bitch hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it
She gon' eat the dick, both
a Southern nigga
You could see it in my swagger
I could go commercial
But I won't cause I would rather
Keep heat and keep it street
Sound of Revenge I'm ma get
Eleven picked up a traders book and bought a bucket
Use to have a perm bigger than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off cause see your
the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off cause see your patna had warrant
That I ain`t even handled yet although I`m havin cake
The little homie
your hands from 'round me
(That fake from 'round)
I get to blastin' off (Blastin')
Get the blessings 'round me (yeah, yeah)
Straight like that, girl
look good, do you hear my man?
And if you can't take that ya chump ya own hand
You one-girl-at-a-time getting M.C
So how could you think that you rank
look good, do you hear my man?
And if you can't take that ya chump ya own hand
You one-girl-at-a-time getting M.C
So how could you think that you rank
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
Take that shit off at the front
Gudda!
Sleep on me, I hope you die in your sleep
No one's defiant as me
I know my worth, so when you pay me
Hey
Hey
Hey
Well, Alright
Her mother came in
She was sipping her drink she said
Keep your hands off my daughter
You'll be better off dead
peace
Then he put his hands in my pants, felt them thick lips, and got wood
He said, "Kylie wuss good?" I said, "Miley wuss good?"
I said, "Could you
remember about it was Gregory Peck and the way people moved
And a lot of them seemed to be lookin' my way
Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls
Teeth
hands
Wish upon a shooting star
The Lord hears my prayer
To keep you near to love with no fear
You want that good lovin', baby girl
I'm right here
Need
Yeah
I'm off a bar, they want me out of here (boom)
My hitter gon' air out the opposite (boom)
On the block with my ice, still rockin' it (yes)
Giving by Push pushing just like dope dealers
When it comes to this, know nobody roll iller
I come off my head like my hat do
MC stand still like a statue
profit you, even if I wish to give you good counsel, if Allah's will is to keep you astray
He is your Lord, and to Him you shall return
If the pagans
If you know what's good
If you know what's good
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
I said, put your filthy hands all
If you know what's good
If you know what's good
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
I said, put your filthy hands all
She wanna know my mood
Baby girl what's the mood
Got her coming in twos
I gotta keep me a few
Baby girl if you choosy
Gotta keep me a few freaks
I
Chorus
[Mr. GZUS]
Je-sus with Mase, pass hay, watch us blaze it up
If you don't give a fuck, take your hands and raise em up
It's the knock-right, hit
and your fam' shot
I keep my eyes on my rear view, gotta get a clear view
Watch what you do when the five O near you
[Bridge: Wyclef Jean (Elephant
politic that
Get the strap monogram hang off my chick hand
Stand off nigga sometimes I sin bad
But he's that to your little rapper infants
Makes me miss my
say your out here spending thousands
Fam your getting way too comfy (grr, brrt)
Machine in my hand (boaw)
Mop on the deck I'm clean with the bang
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