Lyrics:
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
up in a row
Blindfold the crowd, line em up in a row
Rhyme hold em down, line em up in a row
I warn you now clown, here we go
If you gotta get
even tryna lace
Ain't no capping when I'm rapping man I talk that real shit
Do a show down in DC I'm on my Bradley Beal shit
Bought a brand new whip I
of fact,
You ain't gotta them em,
I'll tell em that (I'll tell em).
And if these niggas sigh we gon slide down where they mother at.
Ak-47 with
of fact,
You ain't gotta them em,
I'll tell em that (I'll tell em).
And if these niggas sigh we gon slide down where they mother at.
Ak-47 with
The comment Kanye made was damn near right
But Bush hate poor people
Be 'em black or white (that's life)
Hell yeah I said it, cause Oprah won't say it
And Bill
cases got em papers from rollin (hah)
Had to tighten my laces how many races did i win?
I been fucking Jamaicans got dem big breasts, lady tsunade
the mortician, you know that shovel is on me
To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I'm all about the Benjy's
But that bring jealousy and envy
Spend it like you got it
Spend it like you got it
Shake it like you got it
Shake it like you got it
Bounce it like you got it
Bounce it like you got
the new Mack-allenium
This is the Archbishop Don Magic Juan
Chairman of the Board, of famous players everywhere
And I'm puttin' it down with Big Snoop
We really lucky we got 'em, you can spot 'em
From a distance, now let's just say FOR INSTANCE
You got a crank gettin' ganked for his bank by some
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
raping fillers, big weight
Those empty calories, far from alchemy
I build up a new pillar, and a new fridge
A new chiller
How stupid I’m a Schmuck I think
at you, spittin rounds of clips, they down wit it
New clowns'll make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit
Now it's been written that all
wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it
Continue to sell dope, it's payin' the bills so you gon' do it
But legislation got this new
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
jokes, who cosigned 'em, Bill Bellamy?
"The Stinc Team, they gettin' real dollars," bitch, you tellin' me
This 50K in real life, fuck all this shit you
Just give me the loot
I don't get nervous
I got some thotties that's ready to do it
Say you a steppa
My youngins they purging
& they walking down
Yea, mami jus like that bend down grab ya ankles, do it for crack
Damn should be illegal how that ass so fat
The way you shake yo shit make me wanna
Yeah
Can i talk to em'
Let me talk to em'
I want it all for real , got a new crib new keys
I want it all for real, got a whole fam to feed.
Tell
just can't leave it alone
I be the T.O.P aiite!
I represent the Big Bang big thangs feel me I bring 'em like
Down and dirty you heard me it's straight
As I sit around with more
Blow than Bill Bixby see the change
The two-thirteen Range see the kick speed
Gun on my waist, movin' with base
Runnin'
it up
Shake it down, shake it down
If we havin big fun
If you rep Big Pun, come on
Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, Little Havana
Ay, Latin Quarters, la
a back end
Buy em wholesale broke em down start taxing
I'm living what I'm rapping
You rapping what you acting
Even back in college won’t a day that I was
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