Lyrics:

[verse 1 Dona]
the Clock Is Tickin, Niggas Lookin For A Bitch They Can Drop And Strip
or Cock Back And Dick Em
i Aint Out Here Clubbin Cousin Just To Fuck With A Nigga
who Straight Thuggin And Show No Lovin
five Seconds On The War, I Aint Wit A Nigga, Say No More
keep It Real Pays To Be The Boss
everyday Im At War With These Mafuckers
one Day Imma Be On Top, Let Me Explain Somethin
niggas Aint Givin You Shit, But Hard Dick
last Call For Drinks At The Bar, We Gon Get Bent
anybody Got A Problem With Me They Got A Problem With He, And Montana
aint Gon Be That Sweet, Niggas Die For Me

[verse 2 Cormega]
uh...uh..
i Had To Step It Up A Notch The All Metal Benny Watch
meg For Real Im In The Ghetto A Lot
yo Fuck All That Don And King Shit
im Tryin To Be A Convict Who Got Rich Like Don King Did
ya Smallminded, Im A Behemoth
ya Stature Is Like Half Of What I Spent On Sneakers
niggas Gossip Like Women, But Wanna Be The Man
who Bought A Hummer Six Months After The Bm
you Dream Of Me Failin, Talkin In Ya Sleep
people So Careless
either, You Dont Care Or You Think I Dont Hear It
heres A Quote From The Late Great Christopher Wallace
i Sold More Powder Than, Johnson And Johnson
hitman Like Bronson, Vigilante
you Want To Get On Son, You Need To Ask Me
i Aint Livin On The Strength Of No Man
im Livin On An Acre, Dont Worry About Me
get Ya Weight Up
like Brooklyn And J.j. Building
my Ak Feeling More Kids Then Bebe, Get It
i Twist Ya Wig Back Like Shanaynay Did It
you A Son Like K.j. Nigga
im The One Like Rod Strickland
i Quit Thuggin My Art
wishin I Could Be Like Law Diggas
who Chilled Off Summer And Pushed Rvs In Harsh Winters
now Most Of Them All Rhyme P A Hard Sentence
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