Lyrics:
jim
Who's gonna drive you as far as he can
But he ain't got the rent and you ain't got a man
"what now mama? Tell me you got a plan."
"we're gonna make
the gas)
I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
He said, "We ain't in Cali nigga, get out, throw your hands up"
Runnin' real hard shake the taser
when i fucked you
And when I came through
With your best friend, crushed you
All white no tint, know I touched you
Tried to give my man some
He ain't
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
let me say, loud & true
There ain't nothin' wrong with you
Who's afraid of that slippin' through, kid?
It's all about the kids, f'real
Shirley Temple
let me say, loud & true
There ain't nothin' wrong with you
Who's afraid of that slippin' through, kid?
It's all about the kids, f'real
Shirley Temple
out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down
Feelin' these all in your background
Said this is
is? (You know what it is)
They ain't, they ain't got a clue what we about to do (AZ of course)
What up, Boogz? You know I would if I could
Bring
the hotel (Yeah, yeah)
Pussy good, might buy your ass a bag like...
Got damn, think I met you in the past life
I Got your ex mans mad like...
Got that good
Oscar, no wonder muh'fucker I'm a (Grouch)
I work around dirt, eyes focused on turf
You tried to hide before your NexTel chirp!
Blaow gotcha, you the best
Ya don't know who I am
Who you
Let me introduce myself
I'm King Nino
Nino Brizzy Brown
New York
Manhattan
Lower East Side
Killer Hill
Rutgers
If you ain't about what you say I can't put you on
If you ever talked down imma prove you wrong
If you were never by my side you can move along
But
shit
Fuck with my bread and pay your rent
And I got you you got me pass that Mary and take that hit
I ain’t got no friends just family members
Family
up
But Beatrice said he got a fresh package that came up
Why you blockin' us
Baller Blockin' us
You niggas can keep tryin
Ain't no stoppin' us
through your city on dem thangs nigga, fo real
[Chorus]
Ain't been to the city in awhile
Now we had to shout y'all down
And if you don't let us
I nodded at a sermon
Billy Graham barely got through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I'm not a bit ashamed of it
A rapier wit
Kept Serge
someone
(Someone, something)
Aye you gonna do something
(Try to hide it, like me)
You can try to hide your light
Or you can go shine like me
You ain't
"Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X)
"Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery
[Lord Jamar]
Well can you tell me
a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can take
daughter, fuck your bit Mike she gets slaughtered
You might think that she imported. Fuck that, man she get it stored
Everybody around me balling and you
thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
On the other side of town a boy is waiting
With fiery eyes and dreams no one
thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
On the other side of town a boy is waiting
With fiery eyes and dreams no one
just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
B****, your f***ing with a dog, all I want to do is bury some bones
Take a piss
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