Lotta y’all n#gg#s scared to pity the pool, man
Uh, 2005
The new, New York City, you already know
You already know, LV, Sean C
Top Line, Kendle the Sav’, Grind Music, n#gg#
Uh, uh
Hope you’re comfy, y’all ain’t gon’ see no wins
Roll the dice against me, n#gg#, cee-lo wins
Buck fifty n#gg#s bleed on Timbs, uh
The pro’lem is y’all ain’t go no honor
I’m a Bad Boy, n#gg#, I ain’t got no father
Got a bed now dudes think they got with Philly
Now you cheesesteak n#gg#s bring beef with nine milli’s
Wear your vestses to protect your chestes
You p#ss# ‘clined n#gg#s is soft like big breastes
Aas’ essence, king over your peasants
The bad Santa, of course I bring presents
With the stretch of a long holder, the strong soldier
I am gone over the top, Porsche in 911
The box of glover lane, my metal and rubber bang
Like stutter shift from the clutch of a Mustang
Born arrogant like I don’t give a f#ck, mane
If you platinum, I’m gold, or just wood
The EOB fam’, Grind Music, we just hood
They talkin’ that, gang-gangsta sh#t
Leave ’em in the trunk of the Ac’ stiff
And I don’t mean like ready for a b#tch
It’s more like you should’ve been ready to fall vic’
To fitness, man, gotta fit this plan
‘Bout to murder everything, leave no witnesses
n#gg#s packed in a hoop’ like some Mexicans
Can’t no one save the world yet I bet them can
And I will kill Bill, like my life depended
And be a legend in my prime, like my life just ended
Still alive but when said and done and my life has ended
I’m the young man on the come up, I play the block from
Sun down to sun up, sun down, back to sun up
Go ‘head, raise a gun up, but if you aim at me, you shoot
Better not let me see you freeze when you run up
That’s how dummies get done up, reactin’ nervous
I react like I just came back from the service
I’m hot, skippin’ and jumpin’ on the track on purpose like
This thing’s easy, please believe me
It ain’t another like me, Wize G is in a
League of his own the coroner’s not likely
Go ‘head, n#gg#, light me, go ‘head, n#gg#, bite me, pause
Don’t like what I said come n#gg#, fight me
Come through how I do when I walk on air
Hun’ed thou’ I’m a wild if it ain’t all there
Mouth shut, tryna how Black’ll do
With couple shots of Henny and a Coke and a stagger, too
Hands up, b#tch, nobody move
Trust me, bet on Black, b#tch, nobody lose
Is he ever gon’ fall? No can do, die now
I’m a tell these b#tch n#gg#s what I’m a do right now
I’m a rush the dance floor, get my dance on
Keeps my hands on, it’s hard to keep my pants on
I’m tryna tell ’em, b#tch, losin’ not a option
Get it poppin’, I’m the Bad Boy concotion
I came to go to war, man up
Yeah, man
This is it, man, let’s go
LV, Sean C
Be y’all, man
Harlem representers
Queens
BX, ah man, yeah, let’s go
Harlem to Queens
BX, drug money washin’
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