Lyrics:
she suck the dick alot
I'm fuckin wit y'all like Sir i'm in the mix alot
Singer* Background Singers*
Why'd you have to go and play yourself
Girl you
as fast as I could
By the sound of the voice I new it couldn't be good
In front of Royal Sounds I heard the news,
Mix was gone and the Uncle's getting sued
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
got a gang of shit, styles guns
My Uzi weighs a motherfuckin' ton
Bucking down one, bucking down two
Bucking down your crew, motherfuck' you
Pigs
(This is a noheart exclusive)
(Yes, sir)
Pull up on him and he lacking
Cut his head off, put him a basket
Slaughter room, we make a lot of racket
boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas
Screaming what, what niggas, y'all a bunch
clique
We mob we spit on that freestyle tip
Been doing it ever since ninety eight trick
I'm stuck in the rhythm and this I'm sure of
It's that dirty style
Jinx
A Kukliński Rich jak Punisher Big
Każdy cop to Pig HIP HOP robi Pih
Przejebany bit jak Sir Mix mam Lot
I szalone flow Rakim oddaj sos
PMD ma skill
don’t do that Na uh
I’m on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that’s coming they keep coming faster
I don’t
Na uh
I'm on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that's coming they keep coming faster
I don't care if
Section 8, Smoke-A-Lot'll stay placed in Berlin
By the end of 9-8, hell yeah
Then I'll be straight
Fuck off a hundred G's and still got money up in
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
Uh!
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul
it's done, uh
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I
C'mon. What now?
Hello?
Hi there sir. Do you have time to talk about our lord
Goddamn annoying people
Hello
"No, I don't want what you're fucking
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
before the gain
Vacant Lot will keep it hot
'cause we the future of this game
[Big Stan]
Coke game to sober
We takin rap over
Either roll
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
the children get crossed
Get lost get struck by vehicles
With no car facts
These type of rides can't buy at a car max
Self hatred from hatred
The process is
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
at my style
When I pull up I drive the girls wild
All they can say is wow, wow
All they can say is wow, wow
I ain't playin' dead, it live in the south
It
Moscato
As far as these cars go
El Dorados tahoes
We live by these mob codes like keep your mouth close
Swallow these hollows "chika blooow" from my glock
a showcase
Yeah I’m looking pretty when I walk out with the mob
Fendi on my jacket and it’s holding all my guap
Tryna bite my style, can you just stop sir
We'll have you on kickstands
My style on both ends, program, no ma'am
Fuck that, I run this track boy I run this
I come into America, sir me no punk shit
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