We gon give y'all niggas everything that you aint got We gon give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot We gon give y'all niggas everything that you
for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit Fuck, I look like, I'm not going to watch this go on any longer I'm on y'all Harlem, who else is going to hold us
when I was stooped up in prison Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen When it came to grams it was 90 I fried 350 On the stove
crime I've done my sentence / but committed no crime, crime, crime And we mean to go on and on and on and on [Dame Dash: speaking over Queen samples
, about to get ate up A buck fifty on each side of your face, now lay up Pay up, before you get your fan sprayed up You know my clan hold big guns in
When them pockets on "E" man you gotta hug that Corner like you wanna proposal and lock that Kill a nigga for the scrilla man I'm not above that Oh hold on
' slow Got that Midas touch wit it how it turn to go You gotta earn your own chips Never lose focus Bang it til your ears goin deaf like Moses I'm on
on Little nigga either blast or get blast on Life's short young nigga, get your mash on Hustle on little nigga, get your cash on If you see death around
don't stop, we don't don't stop All out, we don't stop, we don't don't stop All out, make it hot, don't stop, c'mon C'mon, Harlem World make it hot,
, bitches follow me Daddy licking out your tongue, wanna swallow me Wanna pile on me, never put no smile on me Better stop that Wanna see me beggin' for your chips
program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams And that's [Drag-On] (come on, come on, come on,) Boy, whats the difference
the chips All my West Coast niggaz get all the chips All my Down South niggaz get all the chips All my Ruff Ryder niggaz get all the chips Let's
Uh huh (Off the top) Cash Money, Hot Boys (All to me nigga) You understand Say, Swizz, give it all to me, don't hold it back I want it, give it all, hit
's on, she burns, she's hot, she's on fire She's up, she's down, she's a pole rider She's in, she's up, she's on, she'll make your sunrise She knows
Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop Well let me bring you back to the subject, pep's on the set Make you get hot, make you work
niggas'll get laid out, wit blood and ya brains out Have ya on the concrete shiverin' and shakin' I'm from South side motherfucker Where gats explode If you feel like ya on
stop?" Maybe a minute after never, set ya clocks I'm a nutcase, uptown's my birthplace They feel me comin like the weekend on thursday We got Vegas chips
walkin around sniffin each others butts or should I say asses what would be the more politically correct term to use for the masses hold up hold up hold