Lyrics:
to get real ill
Already ripped the whole club with
Metal Face's steel wheel
What a sweet surprise, her with the fly eyes
And fine, she pulled me
of the tree like it's Christmas
Choppa gon hit him
Imma dismiss him
I'm in this bitch pop a perc it get wicked
Shoot up the club imma leave that bitch vacant
Hop out a wraith, I might hop out a phantom
Switch on the bros so we take 'em for ransom
N***** be singin' like Marilyn Manson
Get to the bag, you
the hop if you don't have the hip
Grab your strap with the extra clip and
Close your eyes and hit the switch
We're going to a place where everybody
the hop if you don't have the hip
Grab your strap with the extra clip and
Close your eyes and hit the switch
We're going to a place where everybody
could take it to the street.
Yo. Lil girls in the city. Dress up pretty.
Go out and get messed up and shitty.
Girls by the sea, dress like hippies.
could take it to the street
Yo, lil' girls in the city
Dress up pretty
Go out and get messed up and shitty
Girls by the sea, dress like hippies
believe it
Then why they aim and squeeze it
Is it Cuz I'm black as lickerish now
Or is it cuz you know the power inside me is wild
Hip hop got me high
A invisible cloak (okay)
Like big bag, come get your bitch back
Bitch I'm back and forth
It feel like a mix match
Leave no injuries from niggas no dispatch
Name
had a gun but still ran
Forty get me out the jam Deuce Bigalow Bam
Jake The Snake slanging wood like I'm Ax Saw Jim Duggan
They sending threats they
I said a hip hop
The hibbie a hibbie
The hip hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
Bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie,
To the rhythm
remy downer
Hip hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder
You get skidawed undertakin' undergrounders
This lyricist lounge with low that
blows
While I blow thems Os (Os)
Get hopped if you talk (Talk)
You messy like chalk
Ain't talkin' bout hop (Hop)
But I'll hip hop you!
I'll take you
sense
I'm trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
[Bad Azz]
Money and funny niggas don't mix at all
And Cali's the perfect whether to get your chips
hop out
Punch a nigga down yea I'm really bout to rock out
Shid what up what you wanna do
Yea I'm flashing in this bitch hop out get to crashing in this
everybody Get in a Motion
Leave MCs out of breath, step to this there ain’t no contest
One by one till they ain’t none left, breathe in breathe out
Leave MCs
substance
Real hip hop gifts knowledge and spreads abundance
Food for your thoughts, nutrients for the brain
I like to mix mine with potent strains of mary
keep it movin' it around like rems that don't stop.
now twist ya hips mami' lick ya lip for me drop it and make it sway.
Now she stirring up the mix
seven thirty middle of december
I'm so eager to get better you don't know the feeling
I just want that trap money to have purpose
Fuck the club build yo
in here, big burn
Gang rules in here, my bitch a souvenir
I keep a tool in there, yeah
I get you angst out
Hunnid gang, get you stretched out
Hop out
fallout
And leave the rap game cripple.
Beatnuts forever, die hard, you know the model,
Shut the hell up then and buy another bottle.
Get the party
how a G play
Especially when them hoes shakin' that ass and a DJ
Hip hop had do it big give him some leway
N security stop trippin' and you niggas be
ferocious
Cash all in my holsters
Burn more bread than toasters
You must know this, the cats I'm with is the coldest
Hip-hop quota but quote this
Back
mack-a-docious
Most ferocious
Cash all in my holsters
Burn more bread than toasters
You must know this, the cats 'm with is the coldest
Hip-hop quota but
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