for you and me, we will hold this, keep this for unity for unity you can't take this from us we won't give in Spit Your Fucking Teeth
"Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again" You know who the streets waiting to see... me "Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again
so much weight, the feds on us Lot of niggaz didn't wanna see me last But I won't stop just slow down like easy pass Back up and give the R room Or
have a little bitta Bed-Stuy in ya? Brooklyn don't raise hoes, just slip and greys hoes What bitch? You're soft and your pussy name hoes So fuck ya niggas
my teeth I chew that meat up I really don't give a fuck I do that heat 'um up while leak up Slices of N I N E, S T R A N G E Get off tonight yo hit the
won't have no head no more He won't have no bread no more I won't have to get fed no more (he's D.O.A) Give em enema then im a send an ending 10 of em
standin' for? Scared thug, can't enjoy ya cash what you ballin' for? Crabs that ain't got nuttin' to add what you callin' for? Ladies, this one's for you get ya
die?It won't cost you a dollar Get your boys to follow of course you still gonna holla Money I'm sick, keep puttin clips in them rugers And spit, you
, waitress hurry quick 'cause I need a couple bottles, some Hennessy & Cris' Don't wanna hear ya problems, just wanna see ya tick If ya graduated college
east boy, ya a chief boy I finish shit when ya starting the beef boy Girls like me but I ain't a sweet boy So boy don't think ya can move to me, and
ya'll group can touch what's over here These rough cut metal tapes Quick to break your label mates, won't hesitate Negotiate your table stakes, you can't
's brushing your teeth just like so hard for you? Now if your breath stank, don't be be saying, "Hi, how are you?" If I give you a breath mint, don't
shit now? Fo'-fo' aimed at your dome, bout to spit rounds Me and you, getting it on? Don't even go there Once I bring it to you, you won't be save nowhere
t catch me, touch me, can't rush me Some call me n**** but you pigs can't flush me [1] - It really don't matter to me It really don't matter to me It
tongue will feed ya Like a lash from a whip And I'll give you cuts I won't need you to spit And if you can't touch my cradle How do you win? Because
The clothes is all over her clothes but told ya I'm sick for sexposer Ain't no secret I really love to eat it That quick spits And jumps up to my back
You will never know how it feel, when them things hit You won't even hear it comin, cuz it sounds like spit *spit* *spit* It sound like spit Now what
