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That's hot (Hahaha), yeah That's perfect, niggas, part four, motherfucker Thugged out, nigga (Grimy) Neptunes, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy) Violator, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy) This shit is serious, type serious (Grimy) Uh, uh-uh, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy) Uh, uh-uh, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy) Uh, uh-uh, part four, nigga (Grimy) Yo, yo, yo (Grimy)
It's like fuck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury, nigga I smoke bogies, conspiracy theory It's like I'm Malcolm, with just the X These bitches swear they in love but it's just the X Niggas act like my coke ain't long and stretched Like I don't keep two shotguns under my chest I flip obsolete, see, I'm the king of the streets And show motherfuckers how to rhyme on Neptunes' beats In Miami, Big Pun shoulda won the Grammy This year I'll bring the shit home to his family Go 'head and keep hatin' until you receive Mad volts in your chest plate, hard to breathe See, you a hater like Star and Buc, nigga, what? And fuck Tommy Boy, them niggas just suck I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick, hoes swallow my spit Wanna drink every bottle I sip
Nigga, when that heat is bustin' off And the ambulance come and rush you off And the witness like, 'We don't know them boys' Me and my niggas goin', 'Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey' Then we resume hangin' with stars And we live in fat houses and fat-ass cars And we drive and scream, 'Nigga, fuck the law' Me and my niggas goin', 'Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey' (Yo, yo)
I alternated with the greatest, upgraded my speech We Violator violatin', y'all niggas capiche? It's unsafe like late night on Orchard Beach Drink some river ranches and get slurped at least Let's have fun with it, in the Bridge, my niggas dun with it Niggas had hit records, but we done did it Pop a collar, see them chicks? They like to holla N.O. You know them hoes already know they gotta swallow Money like Nutty Professor, fat as fuck Four Gold albums, ain't none of it luck Brad Pitt, Fight Club shit, fuckin' you up Since you seem so tense, release the mutts I'm connected, the police release my cuffs Call me Fillmore, nah, nigga, 'cause I'ma feel more Nigga, this my year, you gonna feel N.O.R.E. Money, we got it, but still try and feel more
Nigga, when that heat is bustin' off And the ambulance come and rush you off And the witness like, 'We don't know them boys' Me and my niggas goin', 'Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey' Then we resume hangin' with stars And we live in fat houses and fat-ass cars And we drive and scream, 'Nigga, fuck the law' Me and my niggas goin', 'Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey'
Type a nigga roll, we must be duns (Grimy) Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimy) Nigga, get popped, can't hush me, son (Grimy) Sellin' everything 'til they cuff me, dun (Grimy) '93 Ac', fuck a Range, nigga (Grimy) Saliva at the mouth for your chain, nigga (Grimy) Reynolds Wrap, coke, and durags (Grimy) Never cleanin' up, nigga, screw that (Uh, uh, uh, grimy)
You see we unbreakable, y'all niggas is uncapable 2G, nigga, we use gats that's untraceable Still smokin' and niggas know how I do it Keep big shanks, shit'll cut in half your Buick Just me and shorty, late night in the park And gettin' so much brains I'm startin' to feel smart Off the L's above feelin' my love with cold heart See these fake niggas, man, I'm finsta break niggas We switchin' labels, now it's time to break niggas We switchin' labels, now it's time to break niggas
Type a nigga roll, we must be duns (Grimy) Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimy) Nigga, get popped, can't hush me, son (Grimy) Sellin' everything 'til they cuff me, dun (Grimy) '93 Ac', fuck a Range, nigga (Grimy) Saliva at the mouth for your chain, nigga (Grimy) Reynolds Wrap, coke, and durags (Grimy) Never cleanin' up, nigga, screw that (Grimy) Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey
Nigga, when that heat is bustin' off And the ambulance come and rush you off And the witness like, 'We don't know them boys' Me and my niggas goin', 'Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey' Then we resume hangin' with stars And we live in fat houses and fat-ass cars And we drive and scream, 'Nigga, fuck the law' Me and my niggas goin', 'Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey'
Violator, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy) This shit is serious (Grimy) Grimy Grimy Grimy Grimy Grimy Grimy
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