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(专辑: Forever - 1999)
[Puffy] I'll never stop I
don't give a
fuck If it's me against a
million billion of ya'll mother fuckers I
will never stop I
bust six out the
roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a
puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'mma make a
hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the
skit nigga Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young, and I'm at the
award show Bank account ten digits and it's all "O's" I
floss the
most shit, fuck the
most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm You came to get money man? That shit been long gone, come on [Shyne] Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Popping and chopping until the
day that I'm gone Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain ain't nothing but blood thug crime though Shots in the
spinal, from my rivals Cross the
t's and dot the
i's and Pay the
judge, drop the
top we'll mess around Shit, it's the
kid rapper's feeling You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeering somewhere Busting shots in the
atmosphere and Not caring, fucking the
proscecutor at my hearing Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I
reply casually Come what God would be if He was a
straight G
Tonight too tight out of a
big ditch we ride [Redman] Yo yo yo, it's your hide Grab the
rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I
left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the
nine like a
judge "All rise" This gun'll knock plants off tall guys We value-packs, y'all small fries (Yo, I'm from the
projects) Yo, but on the
floor tied Don't matter, we'll take up all size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I
talk jive In church dressed in cordoroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a
sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the
door wide Stolen Bonneville in New York High [G-Dep] Reversing the
plot Last come, first one to rot, first in the
glot If I
miss, circling the
block, serving the
pot And I
be the
person to watch If your girl missing the
rock, purse and a
watch Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts Buy the
cassette, rewind it to death Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget How I
rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the
vest, through the
chest that you tried to protect Take the
voice that you try to project, check Daring you to kid, cat shooting sperm in you wiz I'm why you smell herb in the
crib Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I
spit a
mouthful Indo out-do, intro to outro [Sauce Money] I'm the
hottest thing spitting so go warn your clique Them niggas y'all look up to is on my dick Sauce motherfucking born to hit I
get so far up in your ass, think I
was on some shit Look, you against me is really nothing to see Who, when, where, what it's gon' be I
don't give a
fuck if it's he or she I'm the
virgin of hip hop Nobody fucking with me I
know your type, you a
ride dick nigga Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga Out of turn speaking, first one leaking Always the
Suzuki side kick nigga Bitches don't cast stones down, they throw bricks Why I
come through and tell 'em to blow dick These nigga's the
nicest? No, go fish Sauce, you da best motherfucker, no shit [Cee-Lo] You're treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated Observe it from over there, ok Ain't It obvious we overheated You talking that slick shit But I
jus' know that you meant me But evidently, you don't know I
get your ass gone permanently It ain't complex I'll just bang holes or you're abling to ask who next Do a
drive-by on your project, take the
traps Come on and get some of our gun craps I'll straighten out the
nigga now When I
snap, make your chest cavity collapse When I
glide the
entire map With the
frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up And nigga when I
eat, I
mean I
lick the
whole plate up Look in my eyes, I'm not scared Sucka, you heard what I
said If you don't wanna get dead No it ain't no cure, ice cold in the
low, the
go-rilla The
mo' scrilla the
more real-la, I
live to rule [Busta] Don't hold me back, you bet How many nigga's think they fucking with mines A
nigga God blessed with such an undeniable shine I
hope you know there's nothing fresher The
manifester apply the
pressure Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a
piece of polyester Now fix your fucking face up Empty the
chest of drawers before I
stretch your jaw Everybody hit the
fucking floor Only the
real mother fuckers belong I
hope nigga's don't end the
party before we finish the
song (Bitch nigga) You be the
last to come and harrass, reflect on the
past When I
used to pull spine outcho ass Live nigga's go stack money, continue to bill shit Long as I'm in this fucker I'm determined to kill shit Zap nigga's like cellular flips and swell up your lips Fuck with so much dick in their ass it's shrinking her hen house Hey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your trigger Salute the
legacy of these throroughly recognized niggas
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