Unanimous Decision
(专辑: John P. Kelly - 2001)
Ay yo listen, I
blow the
spot hot, chicks I
only get with My nigga says, ?Got me shit, to help me spit with? Me and my crew, man, we don't got the
same dimes Don't got the
same style, don't got the
same rhymes Ay yo, this shit is major, blow my cell and pager Say, ?I love but hate ya, love my cousin Hasha? I'm in the
strap game tight, I'm in the
mix of things Ay yo this spot here is only for the
folks who came Why were the
niggas talkin'? You better keep on walking You repping Queens nigga, I'm repping East New York We keep the
blunts sparking keep all the
bitches talking Stop all the
yapping nigga, before you in a
coffin Yo why you starting Cheeks and then I
stop to cough On this track like a
newborn orphan, I
stay boss face Up in the
club flossing with Dave Chanel I
just met him but I
be tossing Yo before this niggas did it I
had to Yankee fit it With the
black bandannas, yo this shit bananas They think they doing them, they really doing me They think they doing R O L Q L E
They need to knock it off, I
got the
bank tight Ay yo I'm back up in this game as if I'm Frank White It's time to give it to these niggas, kid it's really time No doubt you getting burned, you need to learn to rhyme Fuck from a
dummy nigga, it's nothing funny nigga We rocking gold fronts way before cash money nigga The
wife beat if off, I
keeps the
heater warm You thought G
was gone and now you see it's on I
keep it really raw, that's how we give it to 'em I'm holding down my G's we need to get to doing I
got these kids growing, at least they right behind me I
live in 2 0
7, East New York you know where to find me Ay yo let's get this money, let's stash some real estate No doubt I
feel the
love, no doubt I
feel the
hate It's no stopping us, some corny niggas hating us Who pushing us back to back, who skating us On twenty inches now, with my tens down I
push a
truck now, don't give a
fuck now I
got my ho with me, she wanna roll with me You wanna smoke with me? Well, bitch roll up with me Yo, I
keep it low key, the
whole world know me I
put a
lot of niggas on, niggas owe me Niggas know how I
get down, how I
do I
know I
bit off more than I
could fucking chew Ay yo I
hit you nigga, never forget you nigga Dynamic duo, you's a
slim grim, I'm holy chulu The
greatest tag team ever, got our shit together Yo I'm a
field jacket, yo I'm a
butter leather That's how we make a
hood Queens, Brooklyn Once again shit is on, can we gone C'mon, c'mon