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(Nas)
Spit at the world My lyrics, I could spit at your girl Spit when I hurl, spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime Spit on my watch, make the ice shine Spit trife lines, .44 spit slugs out Ready to thug out at the clubhouse Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth Careful, comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a..... I know you thought I'd be locked up Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now Got up wit' JD doh', crazy dough Queens with the So So Def, A-T-L's best (yeah I know) Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas Then we mix that shit, tip that shit Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it (Chorus) (Nas) Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end Never do I lose, all I do is win Cause Queens Bridge is in the house This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out (JD) Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end Never do I lose, all I do is win Cause Collin Park is in the house They call me Don Chi Chi and I turns it out (JD) I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks Bitches love me and I'm duggy from the head to the socks Too much to handle, here da man of the year Hit rooms and light'em up like a chandelier From C-P to the Bridge, y'all know what it is Been gettin' money like this since I was a kid I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of Cris Pourin' at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showin' it Now look at my ice, look at your ice, DAMN Look at my life, look at your life, DAMN See, I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me Copy Chi to the T cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color AMG's T.V's, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies You can look up or down, right or left But all you gon' hear and see is So So Def (Chorus, JD then Nas) Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, I feel faint Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink All I hear is beats bumpin', I'm seein' in doubles Last thing I need to happen is to be in a scuffle Where my dogs at? These ain't my niggas I loah Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out? Which way is around? These grimy motherf**ker's pointin' me out I wish I had the drink, but then I'm too intoxed to aim and put the clip in It's like the floor's wet and every step is like I'm slippin' And yo, I can't lose a step, I feel my enemies followin' All I got is a weapon and this Hennessee bottle I'm talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me" My ice strillon, I'm feelin' my arm Thought my Roley was gone, now I wanna swing but I'm calm Still got that, DJ musta threw on another hot track Think it was this one here, bounce to that Too much Thug Passion and smokin' Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin' From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin' Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion I saw my niggas pull up, Perelli's they skidded They open the car door and toss-ed me in it My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy But one thing's for sure, So So Def know how to party (Backdrop) All night long {'til when?} Til the early morn (it don't stop) And uh (it don't quit) And uh (So So Def with the dope shit, bitch!) |
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(feat.Jay-Z)
Uh uh So So Def Yeah, yeah Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z (Jermaine Dupri) In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang (Jay-Z) Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang (Jermaine Dupri) Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang (Jay-Z) Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang (Jermaine Dupri) Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us Cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up See the money ain't a thang (Jay-Z) I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love, X and O Save all your accolades, just the dough My game is wide, all lames aside Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub' Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi til I close up, it's all basic I been spending hundreds since they had small faces Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas Me and J.D. got it locked crazy Where you at haters? Chorus (Jermaine Dupri) My cake thick, I live the life Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do the big things Take small groups, turn them into big names The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do Get more burn than a candle Too hot to hold, too much to handle In the black C-low, he know if she look She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo' I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could never buy Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing I don't know about y'all but every night I swing Chorus (Jay-Z) Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey Platinum, spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet, roll the dice (Jermaine Dupri) Yeah, yeah, so let's play So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level Where I'm at, your check, you better double that And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy Chorus (Jermaine Dupri) So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' You know, all we do is.. Rock, rock on (*repeat to fade*) |
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[Slick Rick]
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin' Y'all niggas been poppin' an awful lot of shit for a while now Talking all that shit Like y'all motherfuckers got so much motherfuckin' personality and shit (yeah) All of y'all poppin' all that fly shit, tryin' to dis niggas and all that bullshit, know what I'm sayin? (yeah) But you know deep down i your motherfuckin' hearts, y'all niggas is BOOOMBS compared to this nigga named Slick Rick You know that shit, you been knew that shit (yeah) Y'all motherfuckers been knew that motherfucker might come back and kick ya'll motherfuckin' ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [JD] YO! TURN IT UP! [2X] Y'ALL GOTTA TURN IT UP DO LIKE I DO HA HA [Slick Rick] Ladies and gents, let the teacher start I am the greatest rapper, walk, talk, eat, shit, fart You motherfuckers can't see me Even with a patch on my eye, I'm dreamy All in the grill of the gruesome 1, 2, 3, 7 diamonds on the twosome Schedule, I aim to be in Atlanta with the legendary Jermaine Dupri [JD] Uh huh, I'm more delicious than shit outta cook books See I'll even make Salvation Army clothes look good (you know) That divine, so fine, don't even wear the same underwear 2 times [SR] JD, not the one to fuck around with Heard ya got the whole entire state locked down, kid [JD] That's right so don't ask us who the best From the north to the south to the east to the west We're... [Chorus] Fresh, dressed like a million bucks Still worn the Bally shoes and the fly green socks We're fresh, dressed like a million bucks Still worn the Bally sodadadadada socks [JD] Come on, kids, Jermaine Dupri a wiz Walkin' down the street, you kow mindin' my own biz My man girlfriend started actin' like she hoein' "Hey JD, where your fine ass going?" To the studio, I told her frontin' Unless you wanna take it in the cooler or sumpin' [SR] For real and that shit ain't a fact? [JD] She said that she would meet me at my house around 10 Not to mention, a nice tender body 10 o'clock, here came the red beau hotty My man girl told totally deceptive Still I try to fuck the full out the bitch rectum See, the woman so shady Talkin' bout actin' like she upped and offed JD Now she wanna kiss and caress cause i left a couple of bite marks on the hun's breasts I'm... [Chorus 2x] [SR] When the doubt falls, my door they knock up on Designers even ask me what they need to stock up on Why the fuck did ya like to done pest us When the tag team ya hearin' is untouchable, peasant? Slick, Jermaine Dupri back as the fat trackers We'll diarrhea up on your black ass Babies jump out the carriage Could even fix the Hillary and Clinton marriage Charisma now felt To the point where even I could make even lesbians melt Models bookin' at me Could even make her grandmother catch an orgasm lookin' at me (you know) It's kinda outlandish, rastas even say "What kind fine young man dis" So don't put me to the test From the north, from the south to the east to the west We're... [Chorus til end] |
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(feat. Mariah Carey)
Answering Machine: Tuesday, 7:56 P.M. Girl: What's up, Jermaine? I miss you. JD: Mmm. Girl: Do me a favor. Tell your friends you're not going out tonight. I got a little bit of that Cristal, some of that Yak. And, oh. Better yet, I got on what you like to see in the most. JD: Word! Girl: So, we're fucking tonight. JD: Ha, ha, ha. For sure. Ha, ha. (JD - Verse 1) Uh, ha What you thinkin' about? You and me baby goin' one-on-one (say what) JD y'all (uh huh, So So Def) MC y'all (what you think about) I'm the man to fulfill your needs Get you everything that you see in your dreams (c'mon) Baby, let nothing and nobody tear us apart If forever you'll be my sweetheart (Mariah Carey - Verse 2) Boy, haven't you noticed (say what) The gleam in my eyes (uh, huh) Because of you I'm a little hypnotized (yeah) But everytime you're with me (uh) Feel so positive That with you a little love Somethings gotta give (Mariah Carey - Hook) A full moon is waiting in the twilight Maybe soon you will come to be my knight Here we are Hoping that we'll never part Stay with me Chorus: (2x) MC: Baby, won't you be my sweetheart (my sweetheart) MC: We can share a storybook romance JD: What you think about JD: What you think about JD: You and me, baby, goin' one-on-one MC: Won't you be my sweetheart MC: We can share a storybook romance MC: Just deep in love (Mariah Carey - Verse 3) You are no Casanova (ha, ha, ha) I'll know that you'll be true And that's why (uh) I'm so in love with you (me, too) But this romantic evening You led me at my door (yeah, yeah) But tonight, I'd like us to explore Hook: Chorus: (2x) (Verse 4) Na, na, na, na, na (say what) Na, na, na, na, na (like that) Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na (bring it down, ooh) Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (putcha hand in the air) (JD - Verse 5) JD y'all MC y'all See, I saw you at the party With your eyes on me Fittin' the description Of what I want my bride to be (ha, ha) As live as me Don't know the same guys as me But a lot of style Unusual name like Ivory I agree with my niggas You the baddest I ever seen in a long time (uh) But woman with her own shine Is her own time And it's on hit Cuz I'm tired of dealin' With the wrong kind Getting non' but the bullshit She got a playa Tryin' to think of new things to say (sup, baby) She up in the corner Sippin' Don P, Rosee' (yeah) Shakin' it up with the homegirls Payin' no attention to us They in they own world 'Hey, yo, girl' I'm the man to fulfill your needs Get you everything you see in your dreams Baby, let nothing and nobody tear us apart If forever you'll be my sweetheart (Verse 6) MC: Sounds so right (uh, huh) MC: The mood is right JD: Say what JD: MC, baby, sing it to me MC: To keep me warm MC: Away from harm MC: Nowhere better than my baby's arms MC: MC: Sounds so right (uh, huh) MC: The mood is right JD: Say what JD: MC, baby, sing it to me To keep me warm MC: Away from harm JD: C'mon, baby, you can be my MC: Won't you be my MC: Sweetheart JD: Sweetheart Chorus to fade: JD: Mariah, you're on fire JD: JD y'all MC: You know I need your love, romance JD: Yeah, yeah, me too JD: All that shit |
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(feat. Keith Sweat & R.O.C.)
(JD talking to R.O.C.) (JD) I'm feelin' that 2x, is you wit' me? I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up And every girl I talk to, yeah I'm tryin' to cut I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to meet ya Real quick, I tell how she got all the right features The jams come on and the glasses get refilled We dance and watch the relations build Now I'm all up in her ear and she listenin' At the same time, watchin' how a nigga glistenin' BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's bout time to go Get the B out of valet and start the late night show Niggas hate, I know but I don't stop I shine I'm in the club every week, same place, same time Same thing on the mind, PARTY! PARTY! So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody The right kind 'fore the lights come off Shit, I'm tryin' to take sumpin' home (Chorus) Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up Then, uh, you goin' home with me (and all my niggas say) And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much Then, uh, we goin' home with me Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man Then you need to give her your keys Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard? (JD) Now, is it because my name's Jermaine? no It's all about how I kick my game, you know? I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain doing my thang Tellin' you how good you smell Send you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L Now when they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you facin' Fuck around and end up like Anthony Mason So I let'em know a few things before we leave Like, "it's true, I tapes damn near everything" So don't even think about lyin', baby Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause it's all on tape Where you said put the cake How you fed me the grapes What I did with the ice that made you shake, shake Now when the night's over and the girl is gone I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song (Chorus) Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?" Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch? Ain't that some shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose Conseco Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim The nice braids, brown eyes R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond Y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride (Chorus) |
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(feat. Mase & Lil' Kim)
Mase (talking): Just show me the Bounce J, once I get the bounce, I'mma be good. Niggas gon' hate me I get that. Then I'll have everything J.D. (overlapping Mase) Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride & fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high That's two things in life that you just don't mess with Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with Mase Now I know you love my lazy flow but here come my crazy flow Do this shit 'cause it make me dough do it again to make me more Rich is only way to go givin' you what you pay me for What you lookin' shady for? Bitch you ain't got my baby hoe. Top down 64 radio AC blow They peep though think that automatically 'cause this nigga roll with Puff Daddyo he gotta be ridin' in a B-E-N-T-L-E but why? Cause you see a young nigga like me out doing it wanna come & put ya two in it wanna ruin it see me pursuin' it & wanna spend what's mine First you wouldn't give me the time now you gotta get in line Think that Mase gon' trick a dime you out ya fuckin' mind See I'm bout it bout it now is you with it with it? Bitch I don't care how you get ya dough you get it get it Now you can't claim to be a pimp & then go be committed Just like you hit it hit it man another nigga don' hit it uhhh J.D. (Chorus) Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride & fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high That's two things in life that you just don't mess with Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with (Repeat) J.D. Hoes know to fuck with me & they'll be set fo' life lookin' nice sex right livin' in my paradise I been makin' millions since I was young & still clockin' still rockin' hoe hoppin' showin' all y'all niggas how it's done You know So So sell copies like Kinko's so ya better bend before ya go saying too much shit 'cause all I'm about is makin' dough & makin' mo' keepin' my glow sho nuff unlike yo' stuff I make the shit that keep 'em runnin' to the sto' Swappin' drop tops on the regular spittin' game on the cellular If I meet a hoe and the hoe ain't tryin' to fuck then the hell with her I'm tellin' ya Shit we do ya can't erase took a little change of pace me & Mase for the niggas that hate we still up in yo' fuckin' face. Chorus Lil' Kim Uhh Now why the fuck you keep blamin' me? You the one that try to shoot game to me Thug ass bitch you claim to be y'all hoes never meant a thang to me Frontin' ass niggas want to roll with us go with us spend a little dough with us got a crush hush on this slim chick with the wet lips & the set hips Too much smoke in the Lex' whip can't pick who I wanna sex with got more weed than a li'l bit Hydro ain't no bullshit Then I come through in the 6 drop me & Li'l Cease doin' the Wop Infrared clips filled to the top y'all niggas need to stop C-Can I say it again say it again? Better come through with a little more win B.I.G. is a slogan R.I.P. 'til I see ya again Ain't no tellin' in this life of sin how much dough you got to spend Take so long you got to bend Grab yo' man snatch yo' bitch fill them flames with them clips When the cops come stash the Indo better throw the weed up out the window Wannabe clowns got jokes ain't shit funny play y'all niggas like dummies click-click Show me the Money!! Chorus |
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[JD]
Come on See, I been lookin' at the game, ya know? And I see it ain't too many ya'll That can make 'em dance like I do (You say you wanna dance, say you wanna get down?) The thing what's funny is Ya'll got the nerve to wanna P.H.D. me Cuz I'm making all the money HA HA HA HA HA [JD] While ya'll ride matchbox, I push the hot wheels Don Chi-Chi with the mass appeal Lettin' champagne spills on my house in the grill And all I'm about is the dolla' dolla' bill Makin' ya' dance every chance I get And hata's sayin' damn, will he ever catch bricks? Nah, I don't catch those, keep it ghetto Stayin' wit' the best hoes, on the east and the west coast What? [Da Brat] Now, e'where I pass They wanna see the big booty mamma Tapping some ass And whether you believe it or not You see us, So-So Def make ya'll true believers My whole entourage keep it top notch Evidently, we push V's from Bentleys to Drops Got big things, baby I'm still greedy to my enemies I hope you keep on envying me Yeah, uh [JD] Whatcha'll wanna do, huh? Say you wanna get down, huh? Watcha wanna do, huh? Say you wanna get down, huh? [Usher] All we wanna do (Say what, say what?) Is party (Uh huh, uh huh) With you [Da Brat] Who dat? She the one who love drama? Keep it heated stay undefeated from the Chi comma Illinois My crew make more noise than yours Fifteen a night on tour, make 'em sick with no cure As she sits by the bar she sips Cristies In the midst of the party they bump hits by JD The B.R.A.T., we the element |
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Don't you f**kin' hang up on me, who the f**k do you think you are? Do you know who the f**k your hanging up on? Don't f**kin' hang up on me (Oh man I'm sick of these bitches) Wednesday: 8:20 P.M. Jermaine? where are you? (Oh God, God, more bitches) JD - Ya know, I'm getting real sick of all these slutty ass bitches Da Brat - I'm about sick of these dumb muthaf**kas that bullshit JD - Ya know, bitches be playin' too many games, ya know, we don't play no games Da Brat - Man, f**k niggas, all of ya's are dumb muthaf**kas pricks JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait When ya know deep down she wanna get down But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to f**k on the first date Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go (Da Brat) It's funny how niggas get a bitch bent, and wanna f**k till there stiff dick get lift Gotta pay for my shit, my grit, my six, love me like I love a dog with interest I don't flaunt for no broke nigga with garnet, if his heart's in it start spinnin' Keep me grinnin' with that shit, we could f**k till the springs pop on the matress The fact is I'ma flat bitch, I show that, you muthaf**kas would love to hit 'em in bed, no doubt Some of ya'll give head too quick, in the bed too quick, first think of them chest then If he leave you, you could still grieve through the weak with a few G snacks, easy If it's me you wanna get at, I'm with that, invest in some pussy ass grit at JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait When ya know deep down she wanna get down But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to f**k on the first date Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go (JD) It's funny how bitches get a nigga bent, tryin' to act so god damn innocent With all that shit ya'll put us through when ya'll know ya'll want it as bad as we do I'm one of the few that could see through shit, I don't do shit til' we do shit for rich, bitch For the tricken' ain't nothing, if I trick, somebodies f**kin' I'ma playa, I show that and what I do don't stop, know that See a lot of ya'll trick and get got, not me, if I trick I get head on the spot On the bed, in the drop, on the elevator all the way to the top See it tastes good, don't it? - So why the f**k ya'll front when ya know ya want it JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait When ya know deep down she wanna get down But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to f**k on the first date Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go (LaTocha Scott of Xscape) When I need the money, I know who to hit When I make the call, ya better jump to it I'm tired of ya'll acting like God on it 'cause when I call, you jump jump jump to it JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait When ya know deep down she wanna get down But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to f**k on the first date Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go Repeat 2 more times |
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Biiiiiiiiiach What cha wanna do We're the Legion of Doom 1472 is the same cut throat and locs and plenty dopes can you cope You can call me Count Chocula I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches and fly surf the snitches Look up in the sky as the fly My herion wip, clip on hip, now trip on this A bunch of outlaws try to take my town set up shop, run me out, and cut me down And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero born and raised on that muthafucking underground Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly I walk walls and this is for all my dogs (WOOF!) I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man) I do it like a muthafucking rider And I represent all the time and I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside (eastside) -look out, look out, come out cause here comes the rider man (rider man), nigga I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em I swerve and collect, serve and protect never hit the streets without the ice on my neck I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader Contact through the frame no mistakes to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what) Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the murder He got my back you know he put me up on game When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger It's your turn gone get on up and get the light and don't forget to grab your strap Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down and you don't have to worry when we in your town Just a young muthafucker from the street forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump-pump answer Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin' Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em have him feel the strength of a black magnum Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them as shown as them, set kissed like FM Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then I slipped in the bullet-proof suit And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats waiting for the permission to cancel his ass Handle his ass I love to see his guts and his blood spill and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a 45 if a red demon in it from the sky Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die We serve and protect all the hustlers and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the east No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) When we in your town (in your town) Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your town....) |
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