major O say ya got me gone off doja The rap composer The shit I just told ya Should hold ya Wanna dose of ya nigga? Hold your composure I'll be
seem fazed by it I know the devil's waitin on me But does God like him playin his role in killin me though Lock me up until I die maybe But you can never
break, no easy pace, who you be? The crime 'cause of an obituary, the eulogy Brother Stankie, y'all be who to see Only smokin' it with you and me Let
, let 'em have it Can't outlast our Mo Thug niggas, smoke Now fiend me the bud to gets me buzzed So what if you hate me? Keep to yourself or the haters
shots upgraded So what ya feed him at home? It must be bones Give him some meat so he can leave me alone He's a somma time man, so what ya gonna do?
of being jailed, Class with thoughts that kept My fresh mind stale, Bridge: Peter Gunz and Kurupt Now, who you know With the New York, that keeps a brother
's) Those them types that fuck with me (Throw ya Henny in the sky) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (The bread winners, the money getters) Those them types that fuck with me (Let
murderer Al Kapone Strong as thousand mile winds quick to break ya bones A glock 19, 95 i cause ya early death Ya walkin' Triple 6 streets so foo watch ya
Intro: [Raekwon] One for you, one for me Two for you, one-two for me Three for you... [Ghostface] What? I'll smack fuck out ya Smack fire out your fuckin
gave me the peck And then let me tongue her Love it maan, I'm with my dame Young and dumb with real good brains In the club eatin steak and ostrich Smoke
rope I come with the guillotine to cut throat Holdin' it down messin ya'll up with the rest of them suckers be umcho Me? Yeah, blessed if you don't know, packin' big bone
If it's weed, or a better life I got to have it With my homies I'm smoking, I'm taking away the pain With the problems that hold me down, and it seems
to ya how you want it Every night be a golden moment Girl you got me in your corner Ride or die, real souljah for ya Chorus Verse 2 - Bow Wow Baby let's talk, let
with me You don't fuck with me when I'm down and out though When I'm down and out though I keep a map and they jealous of me They're jealousy is no doubt
' Let me tell ya, supersize my fries My sandwich is?, Gotta problem with my brother, don't you fuck with Q Loco Smoke ya out of yo panties, and out of yo hose And choke ya
we are next to ya ugh, we throw bows on ya chin bone knock knock get a knuckle sandwich to ya nose hey, and ya girl so she can come home let her rome
more 'fore ya fuck with mine Disrespect, I'll disconnect ya line With a sick SWAT, when shits hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya