Lyrics:
see you
Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater
The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him (let's go)
Stretch me one, I
Ima keep on bagging all the honeys Winnie Pooh guy
You gon' see me riding down Brooklyn with my roof bye
If they want some beef ima bring the stick
lanes, so I'm in and out of traffic
All I wanna do is just vibe with a bad chic
Your girl want, me to give her balls like a bad pitch
You couldn't hit,
mein) go chop sticks at noodle niggas
Give them the care free
This cat act like he want beef
He prolly lose his front teeth
That might confuse you niggas
blurry
and my words are getting slurry
Feeling hot and extra flirty
Martini extra dirty
Damn you kinda bad G
Throwing back that fatty
Comeback to my house
Don't change clothes change the cd
Murphy Lee what the hook gonna be
Cause you do need a hook and another beat
Jermaine Dupree, you know you wrong
only a man can tell you what's on his mind
When he look you in the eyes
In other words don't judge a book by its cover
See we successful black
masked by wealth
Have you asked yourself?
If you want it all, put it all in
Nobody owes you nothing
Never hold back, takin' that risk
Even when you fall,
This song isn't encouragement
Rather, it's a song disguised as a lesson of do's and do not's
I want to make sure that you do not travel down my road,
Girl I want your special loving
Girl I want you here tonight
To make me feel this extra loving
cnd I can never get enough of you
Girl I want your
you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme
Smokin', hoping that some bad news will come some other
you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme
Smokin', hoping that some bad news will come some other
shitty diss tracks back like some bad beef
I don't want it, I don't like that shit
I don't fuck wit ya weak records, you don't write that shit
You wanna
school
Pack leaders, little hyenas
Offspring, mind readers, spongehead get your butt to bed
This is real food, that is bad for you, no whimps here enough
look you in the eyes
-In other words, don't judge a book by its cover
-See we successful black businessmen
but we also mercenary soldiers
(Chorus)
Yeah I got the beam (paw, paw, paw, paw)
Yeah, 30 with an extra Glock
Yeah I make a scene, ha
(yeah, Dexter)
Ooh, bad back, baby give me space
(ooh, bad
of my weapon
Sometimes I'm too excessive
Phrases I can't think less of
You're blinded by deception
Your cd's I've ejected
Replaced by mine in seconds
I'm
I don't want nobody else but you baby
But lately you been driving me oh so crazy
We've been on and off so much, so maybe
We just need the extra space
Better keep your hammer right by your side
I gave you the best flows
On top of that, I even made niggas set goals
I want to know how many bullets can
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
Yo you know what it is
It's Brooklyn and we go hard
Black Spice we stay hot
K-Block, New York
Them nuh bad like we
We real crazy, them nuh mad like
you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme
Smokin', hoping that some bad news will come some other
you into I'd a been through
Preachin' my words and don't know it, you owe it
It shows you want to be me but won't show it
Ain't nothin' changed
a favour
And if you don't want it
Imma sell em to your neighbour
This is how it goes
If you ain't got nothing
Then the homie better fold
Better pray
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