Lyrics:
booth
Bro is the truth
Should stay tuned to the tunes
Stanning that man is the move, yo
Fiya B got the Flo-da turn the show up
So tell me do you know
LOUD!
And yup I got the neighbors losing sleep
From the way I crank it up and let it beat
Yeah
Turn it up like
(Boom boom boom boom)
Let it beat
no ne'er brought up in rap
And I don't usually trip or dare get caught up in that
But when they say one of the best, I'm nowhere thought of as that
richtig anzuschießen
Deshalb habt ihr wie Bitches zusammen „Hit 'em up“ geschrieben
Und erzähl das den Fans, kein'm ehemaligen Bruder
Der Schemata und
up but still have da cap in place
Turn my good off, take da bat n beat da hope from yo case
In yo face, I was making cash before ur first ever race
block take a couple shots with da homies
Turn ur knot into rotti well connected like goatees
Kick back puff a o.z chit chatting with da o.g's
I need rocks
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
turf
PTA that's where I'm from
I got my hometown turf, yeah
012 the block
I am with the dawgs
Be careful where you bark
Cap City my block
We smell
(The skills to tear you up)
Blast my desire, stronger than fire
A risky tune that shakes the ages (Break what you wanna break)
kono suteeji haiiro no
Dear God, bring our p-o-ws' home
And our brothers on lockdown, home
Amen!
Jeah! back blocked on everybody laptop
Hittin' niggas from da shower,
play for a second
On God
Damn damn
I got the racks in the damn , I got the racks in the bag lets go
Bury da cash in the ground , I got it straight from
could turn back mine
(You know)
If I get up in da cypher like Big Pun
Im'a spit fire that'd make Rick run
Then get a muthaphukka excited ta try it
Go
while Heavy D sticks to ya
a new type of tune'n, risin, boomin
When I need a cut I see Scott, for proper groomin
I'ma go on and flow on and turn my
Yeah
Yeah, um
Uh
Ladies and gentlemen
Yeah
Whew, that drip
Yeah, okay
Writin' on writer's block, haven't slept in days
They wanna put me in
in my shoes[00:56.62]Not for long gonna be chock-a-block[00:57.95]And the tune's knock loose cobwebs from your foot to your tooth[01:00.07]Like
ain’t have a peso
now when they see me they know that I'm up
22 my brother we came from da mud
If ain’t limin don’t think it’s gone work
Spinning dat
Shawty sittin low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on da glock from a trip up in Compton.
Shootin at da cops- fuck one time.
I gave her to da block, I fucked one
Sit by myself
Talkin' to the moon
Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting,
GBM makin' hits like we bounty huntin'
You take care o' yo b*tch, yeah she lowkey flauntin'
Oooh
You know who da hottest in da city
Ankhten Brown up in
All my shooters turn to Rambo or Commando
(rrrah)
We the first ones that came up with the bando
(bando) talking ‘bout you got the Act
But what they
up)
Ding-dong 4 door automatic
Live O corn hop out no rabbit (Woosh)
Officer buying smoke is a habit
Grab it do it in style don't brag it (Uh uh)
Junbug
wanted was Snoopy)
That's right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-Double G
Hey girl, what's
up ya hands for me, that's how you dance for me
Shake it like ya can, honey
Take it from your man, mami, yeah
Baby, turn around
And let me see
up ya hands for me, that's how you dance for me
Shake it like ya can, honey
Take it from your man, mami, yeah
Baby, turn around
And let me see
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