Lyrics:
On the dancefloor shawty started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a balla by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it
towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money
in the club, she been takin' pills
Yeah, you're cute for a prostitute but trust me
Bitches like you come and go, or get me caught up over somethin'
To the people over here
To the people out there
To the people, the people, the people, people, the people, people
From everywhere watching the show
Paying top
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
to be me
You'll never be in doubt
That's what it's all about
You can't take me for granted and smile
Count the days I'm gone
Forget reaching me by
chuckles) and sometimes I just, exit
Through these things, you know
Ha ha, you know, hell yeah
Mr ski nigga i'm takin' over shit Dre
Laughing
Diagnosis,
don't want it with me homie
We stackin’ paper ‘til we strong
Then we takin’ over grab a gat
Bring the crack back with baking soda
Bridge the gap, get
whenever 'cause over you I would
Lose it all (yeah)
Gain the world
It doesn't matter
Without you
I'd sacrifice
Everything
Just to have you by my
featuring Masta Ase O.C.
Intro: Masta Ace
Yeah just like I was sayin
things are same all over
it don't matter where you
the type, give him an inch? He takin' a yard
'cause see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
highway
Well I've got to keep on chasin' a dream
But I've gotta be on my way
Well I guess there is nothing left to say
Well I'm takin' my time, I'm
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
you 'bout to get this shit over-the-counter? You're not
Ain't no prescription for this shit, you can't just dial up the doc'
My nigga wicked with
(haters support)
The haters support (yeah)
Joyner been workin' and I ain't takin' no shorts
When they tell me be humble, then I'ma take in too far
Shit,
of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When
Diamonds are forever can’t kill the empire (Can’t kill the empire)
Had a good year, over here we ain’t tired (We ain’t tired)
Workin’ ‘round the clock by
(Vroom)
And how I'm rapping
I be lapping man with bars (Yep)
I'm ahead by far
You're gonna need a headstart
Test Aitch like, what come again?
Tell a man
sellin zovarax
You big ballin better keep your money folded back
'cause once the young guns notice that it's over, black
Brooklyn keep on takin it,
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
the atmosphere
So girl, quit frontin' and get you're ass over here
And get yourself a cup of this Cran and Belvedere
I'm all off in the corner 100 honeys takin
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
duct tape
Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush grapes
I make the hardest shed a tear
Give 'em a gun, if I had two right here
Two over there,
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