Lyrics:
shit, man!
I don’t give a fuck about fitting in
You niggas gonna follow me!
Back to the ground
Nigga we gonna make it nice and dirty!
Now wan’ get dirty
much ass in one move
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-BOOM
Make that ass hop (x2)
All the ladies in the party make the planet rock
See that ass hop
Watch
Held down my crown for a decade and a half
Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood bath
Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm rich
Cause I learned,
Yo yo brand new KRS why'all Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris set it for The Bronx..
We hit em and get em we stick em
fuckin' plastic, I'm on the floor, an I can't stop throwin' up,
Devastatin', grippin' the toilet, regergutatin',
Like a fat ass rat,
On a big ass
can make this shit work
Send me a adlib i'll send u a verse
Give me a zoot and i'll give u a perc
Then double it one way ticket to turks
I don't fuck
up, nigga)
You know me by gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You know (you know)
I don't (you know)
Give a fuck (give a fuck)
Fuck that nigga,
side niggas know we rich we color guys
New suck your mother true lullabies
Gangsta Evereadys take off my shirt no batteries nigga
Just one mean magnum
hit you? I'ma hit your bitch
By myself, I be too focused
By myself, I get too loaded
Dick disappeared in that pussy, hocus pocus
Dick too bomb
flow is too cold
It's like we at the North Pole
Shoot up the clip then we reload
My music like a bomb yeah we explode okay
At fourteen I have a dream
for war, bombs and tanks,
And we give thanks to the good hearted people running food banks
The tricks and the politics and the words that we heed
Its
about what we share. the physics can't be done by
number, and they be watching, and they give awards, and
one by one we got to live on that,
drama, let me talk to you mami
Maybe you could come to Dirty Jerz, New Jeru, witcha crew
You bring that ass, I'll bring the brew
And hit some
ass go find a bag, go get some food for me
You bet not check me less you trynna make the news homie
She see these diamonds and designer now ya boo want
that's too damn bad.
Soon as my voice's touch's or even get's close to a track
It's rat-a-tat-tat-tat I'm droppin' bomb's on they asses
Burn you up in
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
us to our faces, bitch, and ball up
Your knuckles, 'cause we can work. too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bomb
Back at ya, thinkin' I'm
information from
Probably equating Islam with detonation of bombs
We consuming propaganda at a frightening pace
How much TV determines our perception of race
grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner I'ma check yo ass
Yeah, I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag
Check my swag,
some slugs
I ain't hanging with rats, Roll his ass in a rug (Nahh Forreal that nigga a RugRat)
Got slime on the left, got my stick on the right
We going
ass
So recognize and pass to Daz
Now as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre in Eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough, up to no good
We flip flop
ass
So recognize and pass to Daz
Now as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre in Eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough, up to no good
We flip flop
Set up by my main homie
Man he put me on
What did I do wrong?
He should've took his charge
You a hoe rat looking ass
You a snitch
I ain't new
kept them damn hundreds by the fuckin’ bundles
Trying to buy a maybach for my fuckin’ mama
Put her ass in a coupe for the fuckin’ summer
Man that
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