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(Female singing to Eurythmics "Here Comes the Rain")
Here comes the...here comes the Feds Watch out before they knock you and your crew So don't be a fool stash your jewels (Marlon Brando) Hey yo I tried to do it but Feds jumped out the Buick and blew it Hopped the fence with my gun drew it bustin through it I had anutha one if they catch me it's a beat down I'll run a couple of streets down before I put this heat down Yo, they had the vest, I had the Tef', broke my right arm runnin, Mag in the left run out of breath, just like Clark Kent jumped in the payphone, "Hello, my shit broke 'cause-o, yo Dubez stay home! And call King ?Cape Frome? to meet me on Burke, and stay alert, 'cause I heard Narc's is creepin' on Kirk but you high too, we'll be in Y-O so drive-thru make sure you knock two, if the doorbell, it's not you Yea aight? But still think about keepin the flight, that Kirk booked, if you agree then we leave tonight" "Aight aight," it's on hung up, lit one and puffed up Just waitin for Kirk hurt thinkin how I f**ked up Chorus(2x): Yo here comes the Feds, the gig is up I guess we f**ked up, made our biz corrupt Just maintain, cats are playin' in Pennsylvain' Or Maine, on the low an alias, no names (Big Dubez) Yo Marlon, what you mean meet on Burke? you off the hook If they out for a crook that's where they gonna look Don't get pepped, your best bet, dog, is clear the set My down low Lynette got the keys to the 'Vette Tell her "the Milk Turtle", honey know the code, you got heat and a gang of cash under the seat Man, f**k! I knew this deal was too sweet Now we in a heap, of shit that's too deep It was hard to sniff him out, he played it with the dreads I f**ked up and just negotiated with the Feds Only if I put a tail on him, he'll be stuffed in a trunk sick waiting for slugs to wail on him Just make it to the airport dog it's gonna work, Gettin out of state on time, it's on Kirk I'ma call him, fill him in on how we gotta fly now I just hope my nigga ain't in cuffs by now Chorus (2x) (King Kirk) Damn! I thought that cat I sold to was from the old school old dude with the gold tooth I used to know dude used to push a gold coupe and scoop, mad ice cream nine-teen he had the white Beam' with the green ??pipe-beam?? had clean hygiene, he stayed with a fresh scent breath never stink, so chicks called him Peppermint let me think, oh yea, he got knocked with a key This cat and his family told me he'd be home at three bring 4 ki' bags, then sounded official When I served him I was tipsy, plus needed the chips, G! I f**ked up, he tricked me, probably comin' to get me to hit me with three and Marlon it be a conspiracy Shit! gotta bounce and get out this f**kin house Call you from down south, I'm out, "No doubt" Grabbed the keys and the ki's, please gotta breeze Some G's of cheese, about to leave then "FREEZE!!!" Damn! (Don't you f**kin move, put your hands on your head, get on the floor! Gimme a reason to put a hole in you, gimme a reason! That's all I need son!) Chorus Here comes the...here comes the Feds Watch out before they knock you and your crew So don't be a fool stash your jewels |
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uh uh F! uh uh uh R! uh uh uh uh double E! uh oh KS!
Chorus: (Freeks!) Everybody got a freek in 'em some with deep in 'em (Freeks!) 'specially these women just put the dieeck in 'em (They all Freeks!) Get em horny enuff they'll bug out and flip shit! (Freeks!) I know chicks that'll suck the blood out your dick (King Kirk) I got this freek that'll suck you off in the movie theater so good that the cats near her, hear her and wanna share her Mascara on my zipper, then twist and flip her Hit her like a babysitter watchin' a motion picture Niggas think she's a stripper by her hips and tits bitch is so terrific cops don't give her tickets they all wanna hit it, dyke chicks wanna kiss her sip her like li-quor, panhandle this tipper ??release mo' and critter??, but I aint no tricker I'm the nigga that she blowed and showed me what they give her Deviler me food and come to my house nude, rude while we screwed, be on the phone with a dude Freak bitch, smellin' like Vic' Secret, peep this! Wanted an Eclipse sucked the dealer's dick and he leased it, bitch pussy longer than tape measure on point like lie detectors, deeper and wetter than pirate treasures Chorus (2x) (Marlon Brando) If you think im suckin' where I'm f**kin', freek, you crazy My only MO with the freeks, hit the cheeks then im swazy, baby Theres nuthin' finer when Im drillin' your vagina, daddy's steamin' from the semen you spit up on the recliner Girl, listen your bus money's on the dresser better breeze Cause I'm expectin my main squeeze any minute now I don't want this shit to hit the fan, what part don't you understand Get the f**k out!, see that's your problem bitch I'm not deaf dumb and blind, you's a deuce perp-in a dime Huh, a waste of time, I've got nuthin but dick for you tricks Sctin shy knowin damn well you suck like the Knicks On the real if my girl walk in your ass is grass (grass), You won't be the first or the last (last) I heard a door slam, damn you bitch, I'm caught! It gets realer, when my girl walks in she said, "I'ma kill her!" Chorus (2x) (Big Dubez) While ??Masai?? chase the cat, its nuthin but the dog in me Sporty orgies, topless girls ?recordin? me, they keep callin me I'ma end up getting wet, pouring Moet down the freaky bitch's neck These hoes be two timin', 24K shinin, in the Lex They sex drive spent all day climbin On the strength, only freeks go on a length to know the pimps givin hints roll the tints, down fast, to show the links Talk about "Psst, what up? nigga what you doin' later?" hotels with the cater, you blew, screwed and ate her but Brando made her Freaky hoe got it hot, she ??bock-a-bocked?? the cocks of the whole Roc-A-Blok, it ain't nuthin but a Thief thing Stole your virginity, so let me keep the G-string Damn you ruffed them handcuffs, you got the dumb dick in your mouth, I forgot to tell you I was bout to cum You f**kin freek! Chorus 2x F!, R!, double E!, KS! Chorus Nahmean? uh uh uh uh uh-uh Sporty Thievz, Roc-A-Blok King Kirk, Meckanics, Marlon Brando, Shotcallers Big Dubez, Y-O, We all freeks, they all freeks! (fade out) |
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A top secret formula had been stolen from the research lab We had a job to do We ran all suspects name through R&I and came up with (King Kirk) Respond like James Bond to this con named Don milli ons in his palms sellin' neutron bombs Time 6 a.m. agent mayhem and eight men no maybe ten came to scoop me in the Benz in the ??Graham?? Money involved? Say when gave me a beige Range and thangs but they claimed the Range changed to a plane, strange but perfect, showed me circuits and how to work it Wounds- how to nurse it, weapons- how to burst it searched it, like a serpent, read the blueprints dime be with two chinks sportin' links and new minks Drive a six with dark tints and one of the chinks named Dinks and Dinks always drinks so he thinks he's invinc' Other chinks a wimp, but Teflon's his vest holds if he think you gonna roll, he'll put holes in your dress code/ Time to load and hit the highway, I'ma do it my way Spy way, do or die way, Schwarzenegger, True Lie way! So I pulled up on the drive way, ran thru the side way saw his compadres, motherfucker, yippee kay-ah Die hard!, nigga yelled "my God!", caught an Uzi scar, hit the tar, other bullet to the car, "Ah!" Time to pay him back, time to fade him Got up tried to spray him, no aim, so I grenade him/ didn't get the Don but the bombs was a factor Found what I was after, set the reactors for two minutes, heard laughter and "lieutenant you finished" It was the Don with a Smitheth, Wessun to my chestun for a second I thought I was dead, no more said then I heard shots of lead and lead sped through his forehead Brando with the ammo and Dubez with the Uz' Move into plane rovers, motherfucker, we spy hunters (Big Dubez) Big Dubez, Billy D, four-five, concealed weapon Runnin thru bricks that niggaz ain't yet step on Eludin Cop-po, in the eight, inhalin char-coal They tailin but I'm Indy 500 Monaco Pigs can't stop no, Sporty Thiev Gestapo, They sickened against flip whips to saw you slick and out the fender, yo, no retreat no surrender To the fullest, that's why my toys deflect bullets! On the cell like "Who in charge? Get me the sarge" Your squad car next, your fam reached my garage Espio-nage, yo my fate on the rocks I blow 'em out the box, firin missiles on roadblocks On the verge on smack-ups, forces callin for back-up chunked in the trunk, 200 ki's to crack up Breathe holdin's essential, spy-hunter utensils four govermentals with four sets of dentals I'm on a Cannonball Run like Burt Reynolds Bustin off at the choppers, backin down coppers (Gunshots)-ooooh!! (Marlon Brando) We in the Phillipines, on death row, about to face guillotines my crew lace marines, stick over and make realer teams so yo, say hello to my li'l friend, wanna play? OK! feel ten thru your steel, man Yo we come together like foreign lea-ders Livin large in Argen-tina, camouflaged in Kor-ea, in the bushes where they can't see-us spin astro 16 silence-face screw ons Mission impossible, merge em to the Persians with 2 glocks to my head, enuff cream to flip the script Got niggaz watchin the Feds, twenty ultra-red beams comin through my window, tear-gas bleak up my glass, The smoke blew the crib-bo, the coke moves are ditto Layin blue in Beirut, sneak-in weed-in Swe-den Shook the D's in Peru, like a crooked Batman with no partner but still (robbing/Robin), trails be mind-bogglin, leave the D's followin my front man, I be the big man behind the front man Front man got knocked? Big man still be the trump man Mix six crews and their glues, skully low smokin ni-ckles Runnin' up in cold blocks with ic-icles, spray the trey-nickle guaranteed to hit you, if I miss you bullets will probably ricochet and nip you and fall like the Berlin wall hang 'em off ??the terror spies?? lets make a ball crooked navy seals with flak-on, sniffin, getting they crack on I managed to mack on enough oil to put Iraq on, stapped the gats on for this spy-war, coke lab, helicopter roof, and a cy-borg |
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(chorus)
Passed from old to young, wise to dumb Somethin' wonder where I got my smarts from, where I got my heart from Live by the gun, then die by one, your time gon' come Learned from my pops like father, like son (verse 1) The fedz can't bug him, 'cuz to fear him is to love him 'till death hugs him, leavin' the stugs above him You could try to drug him through his food while he's grubbin' Half-dead paramedics got to fibulate his rubbin Cousin was stubbin, chrome couple in the duffle .357 long-nose potatoe muffle Nigga stayed in trouble 'till guns sprayed the bubble Ran out of the car, blood spots layed in puddles At the funeral mourn niggas poured the henny on him He was walking on threads, the fedz had plenty on him Died with the semi on him, now life goes on Reading the will he said bury me with nice clothes on And let my wife glow on, leftover ki's while I'm waiting The cash, combination stashed behind the painting Give my son everything he's taking, what he wants he can flaunt The car keys with the red dupont (chorus) Yo tone, if your father was alive you wouldn't be out here Running around wilding, drinking, smoking and shit, Yo ass would be trying to stay alive and striving for better things in life You know what I'm sayin? yo fuck that I give up. (verse 2) Naw, that can't be tone, who's father got blown alone In the tropical six, peep seats fancy chrome Cell phone slow jammin', ice on his throat hanging Dangling, doin' ninety on sharp roads handling Can't be him, naw, then he jumped out Pulled a blunt out, dumb skunk out, then puffed his lungs out Stuck his tounge out, chick that passed him grabbed him She all laughing, rubbed his moustache, said he was dazzling Said call her jasmine and passed him the pen Said beep him at ten, wrote his number on her skin Got back in the six, relaxed a bit, flashed and kissed Some chick snapped the tints, asked him for flicks He posed holding tits and chips like he was rich The way he flossed loot was like he hit a law suit Should've saw dubez, bubling like crisco oil Ice reflected like foil to a disco ball (chorus) Yo, ten o'clock sharp, honey hit him on the hip Tone comes through the strip, ear to the flip Spittin' image of his pops with a 4 pail on him Niggas in the street went and bust around on him Honey shotgun trying to clown on him Tone went, whatchu good for? and the bitch went down on him Now it's on, tone went straight to the estate Heavily secluded with a guard at the gate But wait, tone knows hoe's goes with crime Crime goes with niggas tailing the whole time That's why he brought em' to the sticks, he was on to them dicks >from a lad he knew those were the niggas who killed daddy Told her, bitch, got a surprise, close your eyes, don't wrestle Put it to her head and said, God bless you Ran into the crib and went straight for the guns Peeping the assainants through high-tech surveilence Like father like son done, but who the last man standing? Tone ain't goin' out like bruce and brandon Bombs in the canon, ak's and bazooks Cocked all of them shits back, said this is for pop dukes (chorus) (verse 3) Of course gotta admit he was smarter than I thought Buried bodies under the porch and never got caught Lesson taught: to the smartest, there's always smarter And first you gotta learn to be a man before you can learn to be a father (chorus fades) |
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Chorus:
Yo, it's raw footage Uncut like four hookers We're stealin and killin and ball ????til the law book us We [?????] your [?????] like Uh-oh to y'all crookers Like no-gooders Keep knockin' if y'all wit' us [Marlon Brando] Yo, runnin through life with pharaohs in Babylon Like serial killers, I'm on some shit they be on Hidin' out in Lebanon House with the intercom Niggas is wild John to see the sinister on Money like Maffia [???] and [????] ????Til feds get wise on ya Change your face move to Bosnia Czechoslovakia With Jamal's girl's shape on And more make-up on Talkin' to Liz Claiborne Marlon Brando at the table with the large cat Holdin' a raw pack Vietnamese straw hat Smellin' sex in the Lex' Contracts with death threats Tryin' to stop my breath With holes in my left chest Marlon, crazy Harlem Ballin' with Nicaraguans Plan's complex - enough to shake Kuwait squadrons Cuban sergeant - you get kissed on both cheeks Welcome to the family - if not then where you wan' eat? We in the Al Capone Suite - La Fam' and my bed lady My sweaters shed crazy - 180 below the red Avery I'm tryin' to see Dynasty And ain't nothin' stoppin me From private property With the glass roof on top of me Cut, cut! Chorus x2 [Big Dubez] Uh, uh, Raw Footage nigga, Sporty Thievs, Big Dubez, uh-huh, Big Dubez, check it... Uh oh! Check it - It's hard to shake these demons after me When all I want is more cream than Master P Big D-U-B, man it's never easy Being a C-Z-A-R Feel me, play-er? A million ways to eat - do you know what they are? You wit |
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I want him dead.
I don't care how you do it, I don't care when you do it, but I just want him dead. I don't care if you gotta bring him over here with his mother, but I want him dead. I want his mother dead, I want his father dead... I don't care-I want his DOG dead... (Verse 1) Sonny pat me down, sat me down, said look at me now 'Kirk, no fucking around, I want you to clap this clown If you fuck up, then you fucked, best not to fuck Fuck you fucked then what? FUCK! You think you tough?' Chill! I need two's to bust, save the anger And all that hostility, stop grilling me, you killing me, feelin' me? Guess not...who you want dead? "Vinnie." How much bread? Shook his head fed and called his man Fred "Yo Fred!" Fred said, "FUCK you!" Oh fuck me? Lucky As long as none of you touch me everything'll be lovely Trust me, where the money at? Sonny tapped Fred, "This is a funny cat You're black, you get the money when you come back!" What's that? Whatchu say? Nah you didn't say that Laid back snatched the gat under my grey hat and said "stay back" Clack, I don't play that! Shot Fred in his top lip (Ahh!!) That's for popping shit, and shot Sonny is his dick (Ahhhh!!) Blew they brains then skipped in a Towncar brown car Vinnie said, "What? No scars? How'd it go down, par'?" "Like quicksand." "Damn, here's your thirty-six grand. Lemme shake your hand, shit man, you're my favorite hit man!" (Chorus) Yo we hitmen, charge thirty G's ahead You might see the ex-poor theivz and want to fled Instead, blend in with the crowd while we cockin' this But sudden moves will just make yourself obvious Gimmie a price that I like, sound good then I might Take the life of whoever knowing never could do it better Remember no kids and double for females Pass the bills, pictures, and details and I'll do the kill (Verse 2) Peep the sag, I was fronted two G's by the mob Two Z's and the Saab for this hitman job Burnt my hand for initiation, cats told me the situation Them niggas transporter was lacing Coke was missing they was shortin' it up He was supposed to be importin' it up, but he was snortin' it up So they sent me to his house in a '98 Blazer Under my toungue, razor, gun pager with the lazer Jumped out with all black on feeling no love With the untouched slugs, black mask with the gloves Ran up in his crib-o with the click-o and seen dick-o Headed for the door with two tickets to 'Fransisco Him and his bitch, yo! She was looking type rio Flower shirt with the straw hat holding parico Yo chico! Where's the rest of the kilos, we know you got 'em Red light dot him, spot him on his head, shot him His girl behind him sobbing reaching for her stocking A holster strapped to her leg which she had the glock in She heard me cocking, and still tried to go for hers (gunshot) Kirk was like, "Damn why you open hers Before she showed you where the Coca was? Fuck man..." (Chorus) (Verse 3) Dog it ain't much time for explaining, and you a hitman in training What to and not to do when the bullets start raining Killing and maintaining be the key for this academy Number one: never ever ever point a gat at me FUCK if it's unloaded, threaten this man's health Bust me by mistake I'll kill you my DAMN self Now hold it to the side firm, squeeze 'till they squirm Use nines for long niggas tec-nines for strong niggas Never let a contract disrespect your flow 'Cuz you might be next to get it when collecting your dough But yo, the best target is one that barely moves German 2's that'll be kept tucked under daily news Every shot counts with the nigga hired to hit on You don't want an empty clip with more niggas to shit on No vest and you get lit on, then you might wanna split man But shit, man, that's all part of being a hitman (Conversation with amateur hitman) (Chorus) There's three no's to a hitman: No kids No mistakes No witnesses Class dismissed |
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Verse 1:
In a new mall with a few broads in a shoe store Cop the new cars and jump in the two doors with the blue valor Shirt open with the chain showing way the shits going so now we Range Roving With the waves blowing stay holding bitches in the back whispering Now I'm listening bitch this my car ya fucking sitting in speak up How dare ya think I cant hear ya anymore talk ya bitches gonna walk They're like (what you sayin', you aint buy nothing for us), I didn't buy nothing ofcoarse, ya bitches is whores, (Please) What I look like support, me trick man listen, Yeah I trick trick yo ass you think I'm tricking, Give you a sticking then I'm skipping, all you getting is a hard dick chick, After I spit I want you quick out my apartment, Trife living, did the right thing, left one indictment, Hitch hiking, hoping things a get strike by lightning. Chorus: You Aint Get Nadaaa From Us, Not Even A Dollaaaa From Us, Gotta Trick The Prodaaa On Us, Or You Get No Punanaaa From Us, Verse 2: Can you what, nah, I aint the herb on the ave, I dont understand the three words can I have, Even if a nigga rich, with a six to spend puffin, I spend nothing, so baby spend your mind out my pocket, All I have to do to penatrate, is spin shorty to the mall, And show her how quick four g's dissyntergrate, A cheap nigga and I rub they nose in it, Spin them through all the stores with sexy clothes in it, When she see something, she dying to pose in it, All she getting is a pre-shrunked tee with holes in it, And when its time to eat, I arch the bucks, A cheap nigga, yeah bitch, get a Arch Deluxe, And still fuck, ya paid more than twice the worth, How I love trickin shit my wife deserve, And let it, be known now when you see us three dudes, Call us, I don't gotta Kurt no Marlin the cheap dudes. Chorus: You Aint Get Nadaaa From Us, Not Even A Dollaaaa From Us, Trickin Beauty Parlors On Us, Or You Get No Punanaaa From Us, Verse 3: You I'm trying to be swollen, but right now I ain't holding, Hit the lie told them, everything I own is stolen, Picture that like Brando gave up half he saved up, Play the cut when dollar eye signs tricks is raised up, I'm the cheapest, and thats the only way I'm gonna keep this, Slice I wanna heat this, girls is trying to eat this, They think we should date, but still wont appriciate, Neither help with the rate, or you order a decent plate, I'm a cheap nigga that only provides better poking, To get her open, send her home with a token, Put girls in my car, like dropping off for ass fucking, So what you giving up, ass honey or gas money, pass dummies, Hows it gonna be if I dont eat, If I run out, then more than likely its on me, so I'm gone b', And if I ever win the sweepstakes, I keep papes, And still live up to being a cheapskate. Chorus: You Aint Get Nadaaa From Us, Not Even A Dollaaaa From Us, Drinks And The La-La's On Us, Or You Get No Punanaaa From Us. You Aint Get Nadaaa From Us, Not Even A Dollaaaa From Us, Gotta Trick The Prodaaa On Us, Or You Get No Punanaaa From Us |
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An angel an immortal spiritual creature attendant upon God.
An angel a guardian sent to overlook [echoes] (Verse 1) Ay yo for you crooked cops the thug life lookin nox Wife cooking rocks I'm on lookout but couldn't watch It's terrible the scenario got me going till it's burial Kept it stereo so we buried him with his radio Some niggas robbed him and shot him took his hat keys Left his head a hole in the front, with no backpiece I'm stressin', some voices on both sides of my head One says, "chill," the other's like, "them niggas gotta be dead" Instead we all went to they block, 'bout to flip on a clip The full clip in my shit, and tight grip on the pit The serious slow, them kids was curious and shook like, "who's that with the clenched fist tryin to pinch the crook?" "Who killed my man last week? Y'all niggas is asked, man, speak!" Before I could shoot this old man put his hands on my damn heat He said, "I was sent as your guardian, you're the only one that can see me Killing him won't bring your friend back to life, son, believe me" (Chorus) I'm your Angel You're my Angel (Verse 2) Yo, I'm in the crib, high, lazy, blastin' my new Jay-Z Shorty I fuck with starts buzzin' my hip crazy Call her back, "You horny again??" lemme find out She's crying all hysterical I couldn't get a line out Said her baby father wreckless, jealous over the necklace Beat her up good and peeled of in a Lexus "Shorty, I'm over there, sit still, just chill" In the Ac', pedal floored with the gat onboard That's when I heard, "You willing to meet the law for a broad?" What the...Grabbed my heat, "Who the FUCK in my back seat?" He said, "Be cool, nigga, right now you a fool, nigga Pass it up, 'cuz she might be settin' your ass up or what You and son bump heads, get to clappin' Get locked up for life and it could've been avoided But your male pride destroyed it, eager to bust chrome You need to bust a U-ey, son, and go the FUCK back home." (Chorus) What should I do to this kid right here? This kid right here is soft, man. Bitch ass nigga, watch this, watch this... (Verse 3) This kid ran up on the next, attempting to front on him [yo] Got so close to money's face looked like he put his toungue on him Blew the blunt on him, swung on him, spit a lung on him Taking money's stuff off him, heard "Ayo, get the fuck off him!" Get off him? Who dat? Who said that, YOU black? "Yeah, give his jewels back, put ya tool back you fuckin' new jack. You ain't gon' use that you're a cool cat, trying to rep And I know you ?? goin' to do something you're gon' regret [what?] Don't forget it's daylight, not late night, look 8 flights up She's Jake's wife, snake type, better take flight [word?] or feel the snake bite, right? Bet you didn't even see her Cat with the reefer peeped her, shit, I didn't see her either On the phone rattin' you, pointin' at you like a statue Get rid of the gat, dude, out my face before I smack you" He laughed cool, put it down, took aim again Walking back he said hey my friend, what's your name again? (Chorus x2 |
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| 4:17 |
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"Now why ain't you over there where you supposed to be?"
"The white trip Goldie he tried to off me man." "Let me tell you something now you listen to me and you listen to me closely. I don't give a shit about what happened to you now I want you to get yourself together and get back out there and get me my money! Now I don't care how long it takes for you get out there and get it!?. Now GET!" Chorus: Yo Big Dubez, what it look like? Sporty Thievz, Brando be the crook type King Kirk's sideburns be on hook, right? We just some niggaz that keep our good looks tight We all match (Marlon Brando) Hey yo where the party at? Blunts copped in Cogn-y-ac Girls in the act, like "where the f**k Marlon at? Call him back" Ask him where he ballin' at, thats only right, goin' thru all the lights, with the bright motor-bikes on the 'pike Girls be watchin' all the booming sales talkin' 'bout "do my nails and take me to Bloomingdales" gassed they ex-males for the Lex ginger-ale Playa spinned the Cryst-al, trickin' french fingernails Now, Virginia girls keep their hair looking lit up Getting' ready for the summer, all spring doin' sit-ups My love will make you shake-up, Call your man to break-up Have sex all night, and I'll leave before you wake up Chorus 2x (Big Dubez) Honey was bad to death, playin' the far left Came in with some nigga, Im figurin' ??par-lef?? I runs up on shorty, you know bein' a sporty thief, I brief shorty on lickin' my whole body Spit a hella flame of game, what the f**ks my name? All it took was a minute to ruin this bitch's brain She like "Don't you?", Im like "Yea, yeah" "You ripped a- that?" "Yea there" So why don't we, you, me, you know?" she like "yea, where?" Jack' with lime pieces got me straight like creases got rid of my dime pieces, I walked in on Alisha's Now honey all facetious, wantin' to skate that's when her man popped up, getting' ready to hate "Oh, so where you think you goin'?", I'm like "Yo pause, player we go way back, I ain't tryin' to lay her" I can't see how a player can't see himself getting played Getting' hit with "I knew boo since the 10th grade" To ease pa', I complemented the bar then I hit money with a funny cigar With his back turned we broke out, he gotta be burnt I got his bitch up in the Radisson, suckin', smokin' Madison Even though we bounced I still lit up the place 'cause when he lit that long Cuban, it blew up in his face Chorus 2x (King Kirk) Shorty in the tight gown, over there in the pink threw a wink, almost dropped my drink As I stopped to think, it must be the links or the glow from the ice, reflectin' off the disco lights So Kirk, maybe its your night, so I stepped to her polite and tapped her, introduced King Kirk the rapper she screamed with laughter, drink splashed, could'a smacked her Then my breath stopped when I look on my shirt, I bet' not have a wet spot (bitch) Love, you lucky, no more to say, lifted a business card laying to EMG, and walked away, I don't play Playing's for players I'm a mack, type to be in limos jet-black Havin' a chat, rubbin' the cat, went over and sat in my reserved seats, waiter serving me eats I'm observing the freeks, lookin' for asscheeks about four of 'em or more of 'em then I saw some, told the waiter "Call all of 'em" They came said their name and that the club was borin' 'em and they was watching me all night but I kept ignorin' em I'm just thinking 'bout lurin' em to my crib, scorin' em As the waiter started pourin' em drinks, I peeped the whore in 'em Later they trapp-ted me happily, sexin' rapidly No strategy, actually cousin?, just the mack in me N'ahhhmean?? Chorus 2x (Female Singing) Hey there, Mac Daddy, if you want me badly To hop in your caddy and groooove You just have to spend, I'll f**k you and your friend Or do whatever you choooose, nowww (Sporty Thievz) Hey miss sugar mama, we ain't spendin' nada you gotta suck the dick (get the dick, get the dick, get the dick) you think you slick, you stupid bitch Real Macks don't trick (I thought you knew, I thought you knew) |
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We might be on the mob's hitlist y'all really with this? Well we got five minutes so dive in it and get it with the quickness Dont get ridiculous bring what you can swim with that's the end of it At 10:40 digit I want y'all back with the shit Terrific we can sit sippin' Crystal Christmas Bricks split it into triplets and distrubute like cigarettes More chips than picnics hitting chicks and stuff Marl and Dubez keep in touch, you brothas, good luck (Dubez) You got the flashlights? [check] Tracking device? [check] All we got is what, five? Man it's time to dive Me and Marlon took it under, said it's best that we split up Take what we can at 10:35, get up (Marlon Brando) Twenty degrees five minutes, me and Dubez under siege With ten minutes tops, it's up to us to run the ki's Yo we fully prepared, scuba gear with the flares Shark spears, Dubez, wait for this school of fish to clear (Dubez) We dove deeper, I tapped Marlon, ayo, what's that I see there? Could it be that we there? Man them bricks better be there Tracking device blinking nigga, oh shit that's it! Got four and a half minutes, if we blow this, that's it (Marlon Brando) Swam and dipped to a sunken abandoned ship Sands quicker, one cought up and landed his Tampered with the compass to make sure we on track With bags, throw the ki's on that then we can mosey on back (King Kirk) Sitting fronting like I'm fishing, so far no coast guard Nervous but calm, heard my watch alarm, checked my arm Time: two minutes, three left, sweat and nose running In case let me load the gun in...Oh shit a boat's coming! (Dubez) All this coke I'm getting greedy but I gotta fight the urge With the ki's to the city in front of me submerged Time's ticking, quick, we started the brick picking Telling Marl after this no more of the brick sticking [Alright nigga] I see us pulling it off with no prob. What a job, Aquamen underwater robbin the mob took a look up, seen two boats and got shook up Brando, what if that's the mob and them fucking the crook up? (King Kirk) Grabbed the binocs, looked like cops, stashed the glock They sailed up and stopped besides me and just watched Finally one smiled at me then spoke finally [Catch anything?] Nah, still trying to! [yeah, alright] Alright me and left silently (Dubez) Yo I think my bag is worthy enough to hold thirty Heard me? Fuck these last three minutes, let' go early Dude snap out of it! Yo he's trying to pack alot of it Yo we gotta split or we get ourselves in hotter shit! Just grab what you can, you know we on a timed schedule We can't go out greedy and do twenty-nine federal We served out purpose, but now purpous in the worstess Situation, gotta hurry back to the surface (King Kirk) Loading ammo, 10:40, where they at? Goddamn, yo! Oh no no, aw man yo! here come Italiano Stashed the toast, but kept my hand close if they approach Hope Dubez and Marlon scope before they come through floatin >From Italians boat heard words loud and clear 'Hey Paizano, tell that muly the get the fuck outtahea!' If it wasn't nine of 'em, I would've put one inside of him But this predicament I'm in I ain't got no time to win (Marlon Brando) Yo we swam up, all I seen was Kirk shoot the man up Damn! That fucked the plan up, more men in suits ran up Kirk put his hands up, He acting like he surrendered Yo he seen us intending to help that why he preteding! (Dubez) Climbed up on they boat while they bought Kirk faking Gat in each hand, fully armed like Troy Aikman Took two out, bullets ricocheing and I ain't playin' Tossed one gun to Kirk and continued to keep spraying (Marlon Brando) Yo he saw me reaching, I went behind the boat creeping Now I'm thinking 'I hope he's sleeping' we both peeped him like Fuck the others, he saw me, I seen him So I ran in they boat and shot him when he leaned in (Dubez) Semi-auto glazed blazed, I'm thinking my arm grazed Peeled back the last guiro, blood leaking through my Speedo Let's bail, blew up they boat, covered the trail Send a kite to the block perrico is on sale |
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| 4:42 |
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(To the one who we all love the most)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah This joint is dedicated to everybody dead and gone Everybody gettin it on Everybody locked up Everybody on the curb Everybody in the struggle It's gon' be aight We proposin a toast for all a y'all This one's for y'all man, for everybody, Yo I neva know when it's my last shot to hug my pops A smart, hard workin mechanic, who loved his shop Always told me he lookin out on what's best for me And use the best of my descretion on my destiny And all during this phase, you expected straight A's I had F's, absences, and thirty late days I understood you thought about, puttin your son in the car Dad you know I'm sorry you had to find that gun in my drawer But why order me, tell me school was top priority Givin mad hints, thinkin like it's got to more to me Comin home from work, sometime ya mood was stable Stressed out, just able to keep food on the table And the way you handle things was like 'Marlon, I'm here to help' Moms be like 'I'm yellin for my health wit a belt' I'm tryna' share this wealth, besides my mom and my girl I propose this toast to the greatest dad in the world (Hook) 2x Propose a toast if they here or not here All my niggas throw them bottles in the mothafuckin air Dead and gone or alive gettin it on Coast to coast, propose a toast, and God Bless (We propose a toast to those All the ones we love the most) (Wassup Hap, chillin?) Same ol', same ol' You know, tryna' turn this block into a volcano Blow it up! Sayin though, wassup wit you How's the crew and mom dukes (They aight) True, true Me, well, you know my moms died It's aight, go 'head and cry You get over it as time flies I did (Tears slid from his eylid He got silent, then he said violent) My mom's is all I had! Time to pick the clip up, and do stick ups To cream whip up and somethin's triple up Been skippin up all nickled up Neck icecicled up, best part is Yo, I don't give a fuck! Kirk, you still rhymin? I see you got diamonds Look like sales is climbin Nigga, look at you smilin Kirk before I go, let me give this a cross At my wake, have my shirt off, and two bottles of Smirnoff Propose me a toast, I love you, adios (Hook) You was that nigga B And I miss you to death I couldn't maintain the pain when you left, e'ry breath A real nigga to the bone, but God called you home I know you B, know you oversea watchin over me We became cool when I used to cut school You were there to care, told me that my peoples upstairs Lookin out for me, and it wasn't even on yet Comin home wit freaks, I'm like 'Gene, are they gone yet?' Gave me the green light dude, go 'head and bang I ring ya buzzer if they come back, so do ya thang From there on it was gravy The Wreckin Crew makin hits, shit spittin in ya crib all crazy Ain't enough balls to express holdin stress Never the less, Gene, you was the mothafuckin best So I bring it to a closing Them bitch niggas stopped ya time But they can't stop this toast I'm proposin (Hook) 4x (talking) Yeah, Yeah This joint right here is dedicated to my man Showtime My mothafuckin man Q My man Gene Gotti My cousin Ray, Jr. All my niggas locked up that I ain't neva gon' see no more All my niggas in the struggle Yo this one's for y'all man Word up Yo, yo, propose a toast to all the homeless Propose a toast to my father man My man J Black Aight Ya'nah'mean Mr. Dorsey Everybody out there on the corners Propose a toast, we proposin a toast for all a y'all man Throw them bottles in the air, aight Word up, propose a toast |
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Cousin cousin cousin Im pissy drunkin How bout I smack you snuff him and buss him What then? Nothing, you gon' be shocked like STOP Your man laying there dropped other laying there shot Think not, what come the war burdens for certain You be laying with no shirt in the dirt with blood squirting Knocked out and stomped out with soles and timbs Piss in your face, wake you up, and do the whole shit again Smack your men for jumping in, and get our rob on Rock on pop gone long gone with your watch on When cops swarm exit on some Next shit You with the paramedics, we on poles doing calisthetics So yo get the fuck away from my car move back Aiyyo dudes pop the hatch And get those two bats for these cats that get that Plus I'm to' from the flo' up, know what? Dudes get off me chill let me go fuck that hold up (Conversation) (Chorus) x2 Street Cinema Street Cinematics Streets in it Street Scenery Ballers in the street running (Marlon Brando) Street Cinema Street Cinematics Streets in it Street Scenery Ballers in the street winning Getting rich off the street Feins in the street spinning Many moves spent bent choc-o-la sent Moving more dimes a minute then sprint If I recall fuck em all the best way to ball Never stall with a hundred grand to break ya fall Leather glove face smacking Go gat waste packing Car burglars car jacking Me I'm safe cracking And I'm still in it for life man But lifes a gamble right? So everyday a niggas just rolling a dice man Credit go where credit due Yo niggas is nice man Know the game and they caught up in your |
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[Sporty] Take two oh wow Take two two.. Take two two [Mocha] I want it! [Sporty] Take two.. Take two [Mocha] Uh nah! [Sporty] Take two.. Take two Take two.. Take two Take two Take two Two two two Chorus: Sporty Thievz I want it uh huh uh huh Ain't got it uh uh uh uh I want it uh huh uh huh |
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