Lyrics:
Hey, yo!
A lot of you are probably wondering why each verse goes off on random tangents
I never wondered that
But that's just what it's like in my
(yeah,yeah)
Sit on my locks (yeah,yeah)
These hoes gone jock (yeah,yeah)
They work round the clock (yeah,yeah)
First by the flock (yeah,yeah)
Cooped up in
Look what you done did her
Look what you dun dug her
Boys getting richer
But they getting dumber dumbo
Hey dear summer
The runner getting runner up
alter ego told me be a dick then to follow
표현의 자유가 없다니 they quiett 모두 hollow
Simon says do what I said 짬? 뭐 관심 없네
Og 너희한테는 light up I got mezz
I be
What y'all know about this fab shit, huh?
TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh
Look we can shop together mama, his and hers
Fifth Av.
the least bit
Cause I ride around with my twin
#TowerGang back once again
With the REMIX
And we mobbin’ once we roll up
System knockin’ like Jehovah’s
On our
your brains on the wall, grrt
Personification what it called, killin' no hesitation, no encore
Pull up, Lamb truck, pop trunk, make a yellow bitch
could get the scoop
What you think I'm stupid
My crew is mad deep
I hope you niggas sleep
I throw a bomb through you window
Burn you up and your
this the remix
We back on our bullshit
Been about 2 years, thought that by now that I'd quit
But to those who doubted me, call me trash like algae
Gotta
this the remix
We back on our bullshit been about 2 years
Thought that by now that I'd quit
But to those who doubted me
Call me trash like algae
Gotta
the battle wars, a thousand one push-ups
Here marks the return of them Roosevelt rough riders
Risin', chargin' hard from the point guard
Watch what you pray
the battle wars, a thousand one push-ups
Here marks the return of them Roosevelt rough riders
Risin', chargin' hard from the point guard
Watch what you pray
God sent you to me, I don't know what that's about
I don't know what I did, people say it's for the clout
They just tryna get in my head, so I took
Yo, Phife, you doing a remix or what?
Uh huh
Yeah
Ay yo, Bus', let me get a backwood, nigga
Ha ha, yo
Phife Dawg is in the buildin' (uh huh)
And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop
First we had 'em like, "Oh", now they like, "No"
What, baby, that's how Ruff Ryders roll (Clue)
My dawgs gon'
Me and my closest road dog
(To my nigga Big Mussolini)
You know what's up (Big Syke)
West side (Thug Life baby)
Outlaw (the return of the mashes)
You
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
call Earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck,
I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild,
Juvenile with the mics 'n' shit, New York, New
fun now
Bitch I'm JUVENILE down
Smoke it by the pound pound
Niggas love to hate when you evolve that's what I found out
I was the one they counted out
There go Quando at the door, yeah
And, I swear, and I swear
By the corner store, that's the murder squad (yeah, yeah)
That's that third eye
I
as the coroners know
The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my family brought to the academy
of the Wu and learned how to
fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily,
pinned up
In a picture painted frame been hangin love
A** naked, lookin like you're high on drugs
And that's wha**up, what, all b**** n****z is gettin
me what I'm gettin when I get on I said a Rolls Truck
Make sho the stars inside the roof incase the hoes fuck
Chains dangaling face tatted up chains
brake lights
Pink and purple gelato can have a safe flight
We can bake and remix gettin' that cake, right
Layin' switchin' two-seaters, havin' a great
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