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Levitti:
Would you come and swoop me I'm in your city Would you come and swoop me I'm in your city B-Legit: Get's my freak on... I get my sneak on Hop in the Brome Call baby on the cellular Wassup I'm in your area And is it cool tonight for you to like get away Meet me down at the parking lot at Safeway But not alone You might want to bring your friends But make sho' you and her don't forget your ends I can't wait to see the tatoo of your kitten It's me and 'Vitti in the night we City 2 City Levitti: I'm in your city Would you come and swoop me B-Legit: We checked in in the suite up in Hollywood And the bubble bath did your playa patna good She brought lingerie, pumps, and body oil Scented candles and rubbed on my love handles I'm only in for one night My flight'll be out in the morning I better get it before I start snoring She was already up on top Goin' buck for the whip cream, cherries and nuts Levitti: That's why little sister loved to give it up Two in the morning I was all in her You know I had to be the creeper She kept jockin I have the fever I'm in your city Would you come and swoop me B-Legit: Five in the mornin' hit me with the wakeup call Whole room smellin' just like alcohol I had a ball But now I gotta giddi y'all I gotta a show in Pine Bluff Arkansas And I must say the stay was all gravy And keep it like that 'till I get back baby And maybe next time we can take it to the 'nitti It's me and 'Vitti in the night we City 2 City Levitti: I'm in your city Would you come and swoop me B-Legit: Yeah its like uh...Me and my cousins hit the airport you know. Just touched down tryin to get something crackin' you know. Check into this motel doin' what we do |
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B-Legit:
So much mail I can hardly spend it VS lumps in my rolex pendent Shit been spending for the past ten years Face done escaped all tatooed tears I guess I can only thank the Lord for that 'Cuz shit was gettin' hectice tryin' to get my scratch If it wasn't them one time penelopes It was coward ass niggaz tryin' to take my G's When I first started out I was broke as a bitch Grew up in the slums wouldn't trade it for shit 'Cuz the niggaz that was rich when I was poor Is now on blow and comin' through buyin fat 2-0 See they spend it with me But pretendin' to be On the grind Tryin' to get a stack like mine But now I'm knowin' Pockets growin' And when it's snowin' ??????? Yo' nigga can't lie I was livin' it up The rule of big pimpin' now my '70 Cut' I probably hit the park drinkin on Bo's berry Slammin' Rick James 'cuz I'm in love with Mary You can't be scary if you want your scrill Pack you steel Nigga kill at will Guard your grille 'Cuz if you real Then it's on I'm talkin' so long X4 Oh so long making my revi's So many playas comin' up in the game And everybody got a sack of rock cocaine Mobb car drivin' Condo livin' And every fuckin' day was just like Thanksgiving The city where I'm from is getting so damn cold Niggaz outta control At 16 years old Them young muthafuckas ain't givin' a fuck They tryin' to get a buck And get some hair on their nuts The savage ass grind starting takin' my mind A nigga came through with all new tec-9's Semi-automatic with extended clips A chopper every nigga down with my click Neighborhood funkin' Mail's on slow It's barely comin' through And all I'm sellin is O's I ride high performance when it gets like this Electric everything, racing cam and kits I'm livin' on the edge but I'm lovin' the high I'm either goin' down or I'm goin' die Hot ones echo through the geto limp Put the tip out the window let the AK spit They just caught my homey with a pound of crack Plus the other day they said he robbed a bank A million dollar bail in his Uncle's own All charges got dropped cuz it's oh so long X4 Oh so long making my revi's My Momma must have prayed real hard for me 'Cuz I woke up in the mornin' wasn't slanging no D I was on my way out to the church to see If the Lord could find a better way today for B Read me some scriptures Fed my soul And I'll tell you like this I ain't slangin' no more Your boys been blessed in so many ways In the night and in the day and in His name I pray Thanks for the Lexus, jewels, and home Even though I can't take 'em with me when I'm gone But Heaven is the place for Legitimate B So when You come and get Your folks You comin' for me X4 Oh so long making my revi's |
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From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top top top....big rigga Check it Check it Out Check it Out Check it Out Check it Check it Out Check it Out Check it Out Check it Out Check it B-Legit: It ain't cell in this town that can hold And f**k the task force 'cause them suckas tried to fold me, scold me Told me if I move that they was blastin Got me to the station, hella questions they be askin Who's the Big Balla, Who supply your crew Who got the big birdies in the box is it you? I never said a word 'cause nigga I don't do so You fools got some question better ask the lawyer Rouseau Kurupt: I'm so international All about my cashional 18 million rational (speak mice)??? What you want fool dogg tell me what you need 'Bout a couple pints of Hennisse an eighth of weed Seems time gettin shorter Time to elevate from nickels, dimes up to quarters Kurupt, B-Legit, and 40 water Niggaz oughta Get to Swervin' Take a hit, hit the strip and then get to pervin' E-40: Squa, Squa,Squab music Mobb Music Right on a muthf**ka and draw down on his ass music The 213 the 41510 Pull a ho without a muthaf**kin tug of war 40 Water your playa patna Ever since the womb I been a tycoone Actin up (Actin up) Actin tough (Actin tough) Actin bad with all kinds of guns and stuff X4 From a nickel and dime ass nigga To a top hat ballin big rigga Kurupt: I got a half a ounce And a 'four to bounce Half a brick to flip Large amount accounts Live as a young nigga with loot don't count Live as a young nigga with loot turned out You know it ain't nothing to it but to do it Flow like fluid You's inlcuded Pursue it Subdue it And run through it Doin what I do is hard to maintain my composure Ah man they came through with no douja B-Legit: The muthf**kin county ain't no place for the savage A Cock hound dank smokin nigga 'bout his cabbage But if I'm ever caught I'm a ride my shit Divorce my broad But nigga keep my bitch Bury my mail in my momma backyard Steeady poppin' chyme to correctional guards They f**ks wit my crew 'cause they claim that we be trouble Them niggaz from the V to the H-I Double I'm tryin to get this party tonight at this motel A gang a bitches there Some more on my voice mail Bathtub full of the ice and the fifths My homey K-1 rollin blunts at the crib First I take a hit Strolls like a pimp The muthaf**kin savage with the million dollar limp Another big day for this timin ass balla Hit the block stock in my ninety fin impala Let them pipes holla I know I'm looking saucy 19 shots sittin next to my 40 Snatch my knot Shake the spot and gets far Bitch, I'm a muthaf**kin rap star X4 From a nickel and dime ass nigga To a top hat ballin big rigga E-40: I open shop with sixteenth of powder to a whole zip To a half ham now I'm sitting kilograms Niggaz 'spect me to the upmost 'cause I'm highly spoken 'bout Niggaz love me because I'm all about my paper route I keep my lawyers and my bail bondsmen paid shiiiit For all I know they might decide to raid shiiiit Back in the day po-po was easily out-smarted But now they got some new and improved state of the art B-Legit: Now its going down am I living in the past This modern day slavery takin' toll on my ass You either take me in or let's this timer go Or if you got some charges nigga let this timer know I told you I'm a rapper Love to entertain Catch me on the stage with a mic spittin game Legit's my name and you can even ask your daughter About Kurupt, B-Legit and 40 Water X8 From a nickel and dime ass nigga To a top hat ballin big rigga |
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Little Bruce:
I got Now and Later, bubble gum and sour candies With a trunk load of cookies like Amos and Andy Got the bud from Hershey and Mr. M&M And me and Willy Wonka is old school friends It's the american dream On the triple beam Little Bruce got the bomb ass cookies and cream And I'm servin' more kids than Chuck E. Cheese And a german chocolate cake'll cost you 16 G's B-Legit: It's the big time billa Sucka side killa Real about the fetti No Ben baby?? Got a truck load baby for the hillside ride Bombbay all the way from the Bay we slide Through your hood Gettin' off our goods Fiendin' for a knot We put it in the box We got a brand new batch And we put in the smash Better get it 'cuz we sellin' out fast Chorus: You gotta buy dope from us You gotta buy dope from us You gotta buy dope from us If you wanna ball please If you wanna stack cheese You gotta buy dope from us B-Legit: I got variety packs Hits so fat And that's platinum status I'ma let you have it It's on for a little bit or nathin' at all I'm going wholesale I needs mail from all C-Bo: Suitcase full of G's 400SC It's the candy man with all the cream I put the candy on the triple beam The ziplock baggies Distributin' to the nation to have your whole crew cavied Now fools want to blast me because I'm ballin' 'Cuz got more cream than 31 flavors at Baskin Robbins Slangin' thangs for 16 9 for half Got ya flyin' to the Westside to double up your cash Little Bruce: I'm playin' chase with the FEDS And got the DA's pissed They raided my spot Shot both my Pits' While I was in Atlanta smokin Swisher Sweets loungin' Countin' hundred thousand in the Lexus clowin' Chorus You gotta buy dope from us You gotta buy dope from us You gotta buy dope from us If you wanna ball please If you wanna stack cheese You gotta buy dope from us Answering Machine: What's happening? You reached Sik Wid It slash Jive. Leave your name and number at tone. I'll get writ back at you. Playa, we at the All-Star game in San Antonio. You and Bruce meet us here and don't to forget to bring it. Little Bruce: I hit the All-Star game with a thang my back pack And on no train we rollin' nice ass Cadillacs The north star system on 100 spoke Daytons I smokes big with Reider and Gary Payton Behind the back door where ballers be livin' Transactions on nation-wide television C-Bo: I'm down to make cheese Slangin' straight cream In the land of milk and honey On a mission about the money Breakin' down in quarters Saran wrappin' acorss the border In my 500 Ben behind the '96 Explorer B-Legit: I pull the keys out my pocket And I started to G Bo-Loc back seat strapped down with heat Track after track Unit after unit Runnin' straight through it It ain't nothin' to it It's kind of like me sprung out on doves And when you buy dope you better but it from us Chorus: You gotta buy dope from us You gotta buy dope from us You gotta buy dope from us If you wanna ball please If you wanna stack cheese You gotta buy dope from us |
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Take you out a place
Where me and the homeboys ya know? We get together you know what I'm sayin? We might uh, shoot some pool, play a little dominoes Call a few tenders over I kick it in the Bay You know where I stay The V A to the Double L The homey flossin in the V-12 So when you comin' to kick with it With the Sick Wid It You bring the whole team When you hit magazine Like the other day a car low from E-P-A Came through with some Hennesey and Alize I'm on the corner gettin' burnt with the chili mac They hit the block in a dark blue ville 'lac Wassup wit y'all? Nuthin, tryin' to get it jumpin' And it's the first can we go to the mall or sumthin'? I got to laughin' but now I was pimp the baby(?) Lookin' like she want to tongue kiss my Mercedes I got a spot where we all can go kick it at We got the bomb and y'all got the Cognac Don't even trip I got a click and I want you to meet 'em Once we make this left we to the Hemp Museum Chorus: Grab your sex and your beach Hit some corners let's get keyed The Hemp Museum The Hemp Museum Got my drank and my blunt Check that bullshit don't be no punk The Hemp Museum The Hemp Museum I'm sittin' real low tip toen' the block I watch they mouth drop as I hit the lot Now peep the plot The gates open up slowly got they eyes on it Spotizotic 'cuz I spent the M5 on it You ladies help y'all self and pour the do it fluid While I break down the pound and manicure it Al Greens with the Victor Barons got her starin' Tryin to get her out here Donna Karan Uh...I'm callin all top notches Homies with the rolex Watches slide through Like the thing to do We're all players No square be allowed in the house of hemp We campaigns like the President I got four or five dank rooms Big screens with playstations Wet bar, perculation A vacation? No, more like the Mardi Gras With hurricanes and thangs that you ain't ever saw Chorus: Grab your sex and your beach Hit some corners let's get keyed The Hemp Museum The Hemp Museum Got my drank and my blunt Check that bullshit don't be no punk The Hemp Museum The Hemp Museum I'm seeing 'stangs in the game of the young stages But I'm a hog like the pig on Momma day Proked out today was a good day A baby Freaknik jumped off in the bay I told baby maybe later on we can chill And we can meet at the Denny's up at ???ville But as for now your playa patna gettin' hot And a quarter mile runners linin' up at the light They gettin' tight and I got G's off in the Nova A big block and I'm hot I'm trynna told ya Mini mart turned side show Tear 'em off no need for the nitro I'm known to give it from the gate like every time Make the 6-8 skip and walk the line I got a dime in the pink if you down to see it And we be posted at the Hemp Museum Chorus: X2 Grab your sex and your beach Hit some corners let's get keyed The Hemp Museum The Hemp Museum Got my drank and my blunt Check that bullshit don't be no punk The Hemp Museum The Hemp Museum |
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Yeah, now this is here is something that you never ever in life do
You know It goes down in my click the dogs they all simmer At the same time , 96 to the hard top brandy wine Gettin' mine in a big fashion 11 pounds in the back of the Volvo wagon Money long like the perm on the superbad And hella fools in the game is all what you had Mail, the brew, it got me evil wit the 6 So I'm riding wit my peepers I'm on the block and the new booties don't know me Coming through buyin' 50 sacks from the homie I'm on the cony, mug got 'em in suspense Peace sign cause they peep my gauge on the fence Common sense if you niggas had a little of it And didn't know me, your ass in the middle of it You understand that I'm the man that'll bleed ya Never bite the hand that feed ya (Kaveo) Now you see, some of you niggas is in it for the glory And not for the story (B-Legit) Never bit the hand that feed ya (Kaveo) So we gone hang out these nuts and teach you new bucks how to ... (B-Legit) Never bite the hand that feed ya (Kaveo) And at the same time crease your brain wit a heavy start to this game (B-Legit) Never bit the hand that feed ya (Kaveo) Cause shit don't quit, we know the poplockin' mix 17 for the twix It's for the scrilla, love to count the notes Me and my folks landcruise to the boat then we all smoke Vegas, on the Sega we chopping game And they tell me fool talkin bad on my name Claim he the one that made a nigga all his paper And if you quit than it ain't no B-Legit Heard the shit and I was quik to cut his ass off Shit it did it first time that you took a loss But I didn't matter fact, I let you breathe But you ain't nathen but a trick up a nigga sleeve I charge a high price, I said the shit was ice Candy clean but I sold you a dream And than you think I'm the one to get over on Don't let me catch you comin' in and out a nigga's zone Cause Imma buck ya, fuck ya, I don't need ya Never bite the hand that feed ya (Kaveo) You lame motherfucker Boy don't you know I got enough blow to make it snow (B-Legit) Never bite the hand that feed ya (Kaveo) Cause Snowwhite is the flavor they save up here neighbour (B-Legit) Never bite the hand that feed ya (Kaveo) So don't you driwwle that swiwwle round here, nigga (B-Legit) Never bite the hand that feed ya (Kaveo) And if ya thinkin' about breathin' Imma keep feedin' and uuuh (B-Legit) Never bit the hand that feed ya Now I done been around the world once or twice In every state I done seem to escape vice Knock bitches and peel the head of a ... And baby girl got a ass just like her mama And what would it take to get your ass out to Cali Where niggas knock dubs off in the alley A plane ticket, roundtrip to the Bay A rental car and a cool ass place to stay Now where you lay, I consider that my under spot So don't tell a soul cause I don't want it hot The first year she got she was out makin' friends And when she really need to be out makin' endz A close folk, shit got cut short So get your thangs, bitch you headed for the airport And it's a shame I ain't even get a chance to spread ya But you bit the hand that fed ya (Kaveo) Bitch, how many niggas on my team can get ate For a trip to the Golden State (B-Legit) Never bite the hand that feed ya (Kaveo) Hoe, it could be kosher, as long as my mail is in motion (B-Legit) Never bite the hand that feed ya (Kaveo) This ain't true to there so beware Cause Imma run ya till ya pay ya fare (B-Legit) Never bite the hand thad feed ya (Kaveo) And if you can't find yourself or loose yourself On the next thang Cause Imma keep my composure and stay high on this dohja Ain't no sweat of my back cause the tramp played her self like a batch And if you think I ... Imma show you what a mack look like |
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A young hog in the hood playin' chase
Smile on his face Havin' fun 'cuz it ain't nothin' like this place And you don't wanna race Fool I got the new ones on And we can run from the corner to the Newman's home And after that we goin' go raid the plum tree And stick ball down where those bos be Mom's got the door open bumpin' Marvin Gaye Let's get it on all day everyday At night I pray Lord just let me make it And if I die before I wake then my soul you take it Never fake it My older brother taught me game And sometimes even let the young soldier hang As a loc My only duty was to soak And pass it on to my comrads and closest folks All friends I knew about it as a child I stood proud have you ever seen a ghetto smile? I'm at the junior high actin bad at the dance The slow jam got me with a woody in my pants And my baby with me Her Momma used to babysit me And back then she was just plain old pretty But nowadays it seems that she done grown Jeans fitting and her perm gotta hella long Would I be wrong if I whisper and take her down And maybe play housesitter with her like the Pound It's goin' down about now in the Northern Bay The OG's put it down and make they pay Flip a 6-8 'stang with the blew out braids The only homey in the hood ridin' on thangs And as I peep it thangs have got a little deeper And everybody and their Momma done bought a beeper And then they post on the lake gettin' loose and wild You know the scene it's the ghetto smile At 18 I graduated and now I'm grown About time for the dog to get his own bone I left home got a condo out on Quailridge And like a king is how this young playa live Swimmin' parties in the pool with my dope to roll Wasn't trippin' off nathin' we was all folks Hillside in the house and we gettin' perved Freestylin' gettin' on my neighbor's nerves I love the hood so everyday I'm back to visit And swoop the young so that they can come through and kick it And peep the game just as I did as a kid And watch the savage get his cabbage and place his bid And even though we fight we still remain game tight Handle business and always open for fogiveness It ain't nothin' like a homey you ain't seen in awhile So when you meet him greet him with that ghetto smile |
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(B-Legit:)
Bitch I got beam like Scotty Leave you spotty When I point this aim at your brain And leave them hollow thangs in your body Lodi-dodi I drinks Bacardi Gets dick hard drunk When I'm off that skunk punk And you don't wanna dance tingo tango I let my left right mingle mangle To your jaw southpaw It oughta be a law against these thangs I throw About to lay some shit down with Celly Cel and Bo From the Garden Blocc Hillside got they Glock Mack 10's Mobb shit'll neva end I'm tryin' to have it all So I ball 'till I'm gold Mobbin' through a sixty usin' cruise control (C-Bo:) I'm fuckin' wit that click nigga That big nigga on the block With Glocks, Rag Tops Cut thangs on them gold knocks Better watch your back 'cuz we strapped with teks Push up in a blue Lex' And dump caps to your neck Mobb shit Bustaz all die Leather trench Brim and two nines Costume of a killa At your bed side holdin' on two millas Uggh we bust them teks close range Livin' estranged Called insane 'Cuz when it's on it's on site no matter night or day And you can't fuck wit these Get smothered with a half a key Bitch (Celly Cel:) Give me the ball and I'ma fill the lane like 'Fenney Hardaway 'cuz I'm out to get every penny Any nigga disrespectin' when I'm checkin' for my scrilla I know'm stilla wig splittin' killa ain't no realla Nigga realla than me Mobbin' through your hood and takin' heads Slumpin' hangin out the windows dumpin' And shakin' 'Feds So mind your own Cross the line and see how quick they gone Head blown decapitated caught slippin' in my zone Fuckin' with this Mobb shit Niggaz get they wig split (C-Bo:) Uggh it's the murder man posted at the front door And when they comes I dumps with both four-four's Letin' 'em have it 'cuz I'm static Dumpin the grass Killed his ass And then kneel down and get my last laugh Punk bitch shouldn't have tripped Now he lay dead in the ditch Ass ripped Suckin' on his own dick Money talk Bullshit walk Fool this ain't no sunshine Three killas One garden blocc, two hillside (B-Legit:) This shit's fucked and I am tag teamin' with the murder man And that'll hurt a man Niggaz doin' dirt and All you got to do is hop your ass in my 'Cut We'll be back tomorrow mornin' Cell, you comin' or what? I got this gut feelin' About to make the killin' for a livin' The contract said the nigga wore a wire tap And they want him dead A hundred G's for his head And leave a bloody glove down where that body bled (Celly Cel:) Red rum is what I'm hummin' as I hit the fence Homicide looked for prints but found no evidence Stuffed his head in the duffel bag and zipped it up Them ballas want to see his face before they break us off a cut There it is cashed him like some chips at Reno Slid us a briefcase full of crispy ass C-Notes Made the hit Got the scrilla Gone without a trace B behind the wheel And Bo Loc cuffed to the briefcase Yo' nigga Cell got the chopper 'case they on my trail If it's a tail then I'ma leave a 50 empty shells Pistol smokin' These niggaz know we ain't no jokin' Split up the tokens And I'm back in the hood loccin' Fuckin' with this Mobb shit Niggaz get they wig split (B-Legit:) Yeah, like a real hillside strangler, yola slanger, tryin to get a buck but if I'm fucked in the gas chamber. The autopsy red, them niggaz had some heat fo yo ass. And never leave your block without your glock, clip and mask. Haters hatin but its all game related and that's what we do bitch |
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Only mess with those hustlers
Never mess with those bustas Only role with those hustlers Never mess with no bustas B-Legit: Addyup(?) cuz' they done fucked Wit a nigga tryin' to get a buck I leave 'em stuck posted up at a stand still Beat the case off of Dan Vill (?) Now I'm back for the overkill, hundred dollar bills Stuffed in the duffel bag (duffel bag) 5 pounds in the back of the deuce rag So Harm could ya, would ya help the big fella' Tell 'em how you about that scrilla Harm: It goes down like Brandy Peruvian, mother of pearl, caucasion white bitch Dirty white girl, uncut raw like Eddy Sharp like a 'chete Steady on the program With missions to get fetti And I'm ready On the pedal heavy when I smash The same muthafucka that hit the gas and dash To the other side on the down low 'Cuz I only deal with hustlers not bustas you know Only mess with those hustlers Never mess with those bustas Only role with those hustlers Never mess with no bustas B-Legit: And not too many get to ride with me And you know how a punk ass bitch can be A snitch to me Heart pump on hundred And probably ain't neva' gonna' have no money Harm: I know the same situations But know the vocations to a brother that's lack No muscles in your crack What happened to all the days that you spent hustlin' Now everytime I see ya' you be strugglin' B-Legit: The batch betta have my cav And keep the shit comin like the little big rabbit Dag nabbit I gotta have it to support Can't come up short So I'm still selling with the super sport Harm: I'm still independent But in a minute I'ma be laughing I got it straight from B-Legit Told me, Harm you can have this So I had to get to focus Left fools all wet No jokin' in this game that I play And representin' with hustlers eryday Only mess with those hustlers Never mess with those bustas Only role with those hustlers Never mess with no bustas Harm: A funkin we goin' go In a carpice fo' door Ready for war Suspects get took Playin' the wrong crooks Legit, Harm wit firearm And you quiet like storm B-Legit: In-fra-red Niggaz fled from the street side From a nigga droppin' mess in a fleet side Niggaz ride to blast wit no mass in the broad daylight See I neva fuck with bustas at night Harm: Game tight 'Cuz the game be thick Gotta watch out who ya fuk wit 'Cuz bustas die quick So Legezee Would you let ya' playa pezee knezee How it goes dezee in the tezee B-Legit: For shezee The savage moves chickens like a Mexican And I'm back to writin' bad ass checks again Well check yo' chin Bitch believe that Stays nathin' but game so receive that (X2) Only mess with those hustlers Never mess with those bustas Only role with those hustlers Never mess with no bustas Harm: (X4) Only mess with huslters right Now baby like to roll with me |
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I clear the corners like homers with the bass is strong(?) They can't stand to see me with it so I fakes no funk No punk in my bloodline Just killas and shit Ride to town like the biggest dope dealers with grip, bitch It ain't easy being wealthy Staying healthy Knowing sucka muthufuckas they want to melt me But I ain't ice cream, butter, or the cheddar cheese You better peep the Berreta of a nigga sleep Big Bone: 'Cuz they be knowin' about the city that I'm comin out of Check your shit You might come up short of your hefty grip We nightcrawlers straight underground Jackin' you for your shit nigga What you gonna do now? When you see us niggas comin' through Grab your bitch and your kids We want 'em too Yeah, 'cuz playaz come out when it's sunny But when night time comes Those playaz turn into gangstas and get they money D-Day: All the time I'm pumpin dope For those who underestimate the propa shit And won't quit until I accumulate the propa grip So don't trip As we get with these fools who thought they knew From the gate Keep it straight when fuckin' with my crew 'Cuz I'll be going up out my way to keep this shit straight Mobb down about the town like a pancake Earthquake I'm shakin 'em up like my hurricane Applying pressure whenever and it's a damn shame Chorus(X2) We spit the superfly shit Makin' a bitch say hey Them Sick Wid' It niggas get they cash money We keep them pistols and gats Down for peelin' them caps 'Cuz them niggas from my camp get's down like that D-Day: Keep on hearin' niggaz hollin 'bout they ass gotta go And where they gotta be One more time I kick rhymes and they don't wanna see Do Rae Me Rippin' shit on this M-I-C Down with two more muthafuckas Who finna spit it see Big Bone: Fuckin with this rap could be bubblelicous Clear the industry of guppies and goldfishes We spit the super fly raps Makin' a bitch say shit Who the fuck could it be A-1 and B-Legit B-Legit: They got me twisted as hell It seems I see some females Some long ass weaves guess jeans and lee nails But I can't tell The corbel ain't got me brainy Bitches all stuck to my paint 'cuz I'm candy Hand me the muthafuckin' blunt ba-by I do's a bird 35 down I-Eigh-ty I'm tryin' to get this bitch to the show now Oh you know it go down Fuckin with the t-nown bitch Chorus(X2) We spit the superfly shit Makin' a bitch say hey Them Sick Wid' It niggas get they cash money We keep them pistols and gats Down for peelin' them caps 'Cuz them niggas from my camp get's down like that Big Bone: I'm clowin' muthafuckas givin' 'em away Got your whole block flooded with meth and yay Tell the asian man I'm on my way I need major hook Niggas hog moggin' Tryin' to keep the whole book But it don't go down like that I bring the heat Leave a nigga relaxing in his front seat Head back like he asleep With the reak of a muddy lake Caught a man code 3 bring the yellow tape D-Day: As I get in where I fit in Some funky ass shit Down with niggas in my click To let 'em know who they be fuckin' wit' Got the shit locked down like up in SQ Comin' new in '96 is what you best do I test 1,2 and then I straight run through Up in the V-A double where you best come true 'Cuz I'll be choppin' up on this game like a ginsu And all you bitches and tricks know what a nigga like me into B-Legit: Some thousand gram units with the cash around 'em I'll pour 'em out the window And the task they found 'em They try to get a nigga But it's too much scratch And fools from my camp get's down like that Chorus(X4) We spit the superfly shit Makin' a bitch say hey Them Sick Wid' It niggas get they cash money We keep them pistols and gats Down for peelin' them caps 'Cuz them niggas from my camp get's down like that |
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[B-Legit]
Aight, check game playboy It's like this here In this motherfuckin game mayne Shit ain't always gon' be gravy playboy, see Thangs ain't always gon' go your way, y'knahmsayin? You better take the bitter with the sweet If you want to survive in these motherfuckin streets But peep it doe I got kind in my mackin, I started to stackin in the Valle' You see I sent that bitch named, Sally To the track with a big fat sack of the crack And told her don't come back, until she did that Cause shit was gettin funky out in the Bay You couldn't find a good plug, from here to L.A. Cause niggaz get sheisty and sell you bunk And no scratch, but these gats, gon' equal funk You cain't be no punk, get slabbed in yo' truck And roll around town with the beat on pump Have yo' eardrums leakin from the beatin of the series 2's Bitch... I got the D-Boy Blues [Chorus 2X: B-Legit] The blues bitch, the blues hoe I know some niggaz in my crew, that done had 'em befo' I got the blues bitch, the blues hoe ("Stretched, I guess I got the D-Boy Blues") [B-Legit] My family get this call from this fool Who said he knew this fool, said this fool was cool Said that his daddy was a mason with a major supply And I can get some thangs as long as I buy 5 I really wasn't trippin cause I had the cash But if it goes down funky I'ma smoke yo' ass Hung up the phone and I was up, put the mill' on the tuck The speakerbox in the Chevy truck I'm at the spot a hundred G's, and my strap I done beeped this fool twice and he ain't call back Now where he at, schemin on Legit the Savage Wanna wrap me up and ride away with the cabbage Everybody startin to look like the FBI I'm hella paranoid dude, but now I'm hella high It ain't fly for this nigga from the H-I-double-L With no motherfuckin dope to sell [Chorus] [B-Legit] I spend my last, ephedrine and some pirate's glass I got my mask, whippin up some dope fast Or a little {?} 57 is a rag Hydronic ash shit is known to keep the fiends blastin Mix together, cook it up on a Bronson burner Cause that fire have you higher than that Ike Turner Hours later, it's lookin good for this player Oil formed and I just got my third layer And if it's cool, yo' nigga yellin fuck the collar Fo' times my mail, with the sales an hour Jackin off my cash, buyin up hella toys And all I'm fuckin with is rich-ass white boys Took him out the glass but he lookin dirty white Washed him off with the acetone to get him right Who got a light, and when yo' nigga lit the flame He'll bam-boof with the roof, and e'rythang Am I to blame, fo' niggaz havin bad luck? Too much dirt, is that stoppin me from comin up? Well I don't know, but I'm po' and I need a few Got yo' boy stressed out, I got the D-Boy Blues [Chorus] |
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