Yeah…
Yeah. We like to call this, the Ten Minute Million Dollar Massacre. And ya’ll niggas ‘bout to see why. BLOC Gang its ya boy LoS. Easy...
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[Purple Rain- Beanie Sigel]
I had to pay a visit to my diva, “Set It Off” like Jada, Vivica, Latifah
I’m in that GT, with the fly sneakers, and this a top model like Eva
And we could pop bottles like we the San Antonio Spurs
If a nigga want beef, the cannon's under the fur
If you say you want beef and you stand up under your word
Your man’ll put brandy onto the curb, but the herb…
It got my eyes low, and make me ride slow
I keep the hydro, lit like a pyro, this how I try ho!
I’m goin’ big places bitches you try and go
But we can kick it like Taebo, I know, ya heard it all before, but you never pushed convertible Azzures
Tryna get you out that skirt and then them drawers, and pull back the curtain ‘cause the view is just perfect of the shore
I’m perfect and I’m sure
For certain, and the merkin’ is for sure
Kill the smirkin’ when I’m burstin’ in the door
I’m worser than before
I’m worser than them verses I beversed without rehearsin’
It’s for certain I’m the boar
It’s curtains for these whores, tryna work me, tryna jerk me, I'mma score
This is urgency, I burgundy your floor
Throw my mercy on the court, I’m like Worthy on the court
Ye ain’t worthy of my sport I wake up early in the morn’ then I’m gone
They should call me “over the fence” I choose offense over defense
Plus I run niggas home, like a home run over the fence
So run home before homes jump over the fence
I’m in that Rover with tens, bumpin’ that HOVA and Cris
-stopher Wallace, my cliques the wildest, I’m a soldier ya bitch
Momma show me them tits, I got that Moet and that Cris
They names was Chrissy and Mo, so sip some more of that crisp, switch!
Yeah. We like to call this, the Ten Minute Million Dollar Massacre. And ya’ll niggas ‘bout to see why. BLOC Gang its ya boy LoS. Easy...
Look
Listen
[Purple Rain- Beanie Sigel]
I had to pay a visit to my diva, “Set It Off” like Jada, Vivica, Latifah
I’m in that GT, with the fly sneakers, and this a top model like Eva
And we could pop bottles like we the San Antonio Spurs
If a nigga want beef, the cannon's under the fur
If you say you want beef and you stand up under your word
Your man’ll put brandy onto the curb, but the herb…
It got my eyes low, and make me ride slow
I keep the hydro, lit like a pyro, this how I try ho!
I’m goin’ big places bitches you try and go
But we can kick it like Taebo, I know, ya heard it all before, but you never pushed convertible Azzures
Tryna get you out that skirt and then them drawers, and pull back the curtain ‘cause the view is just perfect of the shore
I’m perfect and I’m sure
For certain, and the merkin’ is for sure
Kill the smirkin’ when I’m burstin’ in the door
I’m worser than before
I’m worser than them verses I beversed without rehearsin’
It’s for certain I’m the boar
It’s curtains for these whores, tryna work me, tryna jerk me, I'mma score
This is urgency, I burgundy your floor
Throw my mercy on the court, I’m like Worthy on the court
Ye ain’t worthy of my sport I wake up early in the morn’ then I’m gone
They should call me “over the fence” I choose offense over defense
Plus I run niggas home, like a home run over the fence
So run home before homes jump over the fence
I’m in that Rover with tens, bumpin’ that HOVA and Cris
-stopher Wallace, my cliques the wildest, I’m a soldier ya bitch
Momma show me them tits, I got that Moet and that Cris
They names was Chrissy and Mo, so sip some more of that crisp, switch!
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