Show Discipline
(专辑: Mo Money In The Bank (Part Five The Final Chapter): Ganggreen Season Continues - 2006)
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! Uh! – You niggas couldn't do me shit, the
best thing moving, (uh-huh!) I
make you drool each whip. – Seven letter out the
cheddar! Get the
tooly ships' (ssssh!) slug proof leather Got the
Coogi fit. (uh-huh!) – Y'all fighting over scraps Look at the
bright side; I'm lightning on a
track Like Tyson on a
mat. – I'll smile right in ya face, and knife you in the
back You Pekaboo kind – so keep ya two .9's They all gonna drown in shit, creek and do time. (time!) If you can't make a
hit record, do crime! (crime!) Cause it'll pop you and any protection you find. (find!) Him, him and the
nigga next to him dying War wound suffering, neck and chin flying How the
fuck New York fell off, when I'm climbing? !
(Huh?) Grindin'! – sun is shining, a
hundred diamonds The
problem, is niggas rhyming, it's all common. (whoo!) That's when I
bomb him! – Bin Laden, Saddam him – harm him Dumb as his pops, took off the
condom. (YEAH!) – I
should let em' rob him Cut 'em in his tissue, watch him tear like Scharmins Send him off to Sharpton! (uh-huh!) – I'm golf cartin You in the
apartment, with no carpet It's cold as the
supermarket Nigga! – My pants popping out with bread Pistol poppin out'! – System "knockin" like the
Feds. ("DJ Whoo Kid!") Lunch for breakfast when I'm hopping out the
bed stocking on my head, (head!) Thinking how can I
get Fed? (heh?) I
get dressed, match the
whip with the
fit (uh-huh!) All white button up six' with the
kit. (uh!) When from always trippin to trips with the
clique; click-clack! The
biggest nigga balling since Shaq! Hoes on my sillouette so the
tints black Cross me; you get a
contract! – You know combat! YELLOW TAPE WHERE YA MOMS AT? (mom's at!) AND I
KNOW YOU NIGGAS DONT WANT THAT. (that!) Ayo! – The
mini 14 got a
red beam I
watch my life style change off of triple beam fled the
scene Dream Gorilla! – 'Fical killa! We can beef like Beanie in Bounty Killa. ("DJ Whoo Kid!") I'm that nigga! – Colgate Bent – gleam Thrilla Ride through Brownsville hand on my trigga I
don't care if you dope, sick or 4
months I'm tryna move 10 birds like very 2
months! I
got that piff and that daddy mayne All in one blunt – and that 5th and that Cadi man In case you wanna stunt, I'm on that Big Wheel John shit! Fuck all you haters! – That liquid bomb shit That they make in Al Qeada Brand new gators! Shirt's Armani. – Dope from the
Africans, Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo Coke from the
papis, I'm in the
streets! Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! Y'all in the
street wiiild – eating seadweed Looking gay in Mr. Chou's, y'all niggas ain't bold enough! Y'all hearts ain't cold enough! I'm in the
hood like Golden Crust! Squeeze and bust squeeze ya nuts Put some bass in ya voice when you talking to us! – YEAH, NIGGA! Lloyd Bank$, nigga! Tony Yayo! "Rotten Apple", nigga! It's a
hostile take-over, if you ain't know man New York City! The
Unit is back! Putting that work in nigga!