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(Mannie Fresh)
My phone went ring bout a quarter to four Its Kevin's old bitch sayin open the door She said Tracey told Lisa that you put it on her And Lisa told Gwynn that you wanted to bone her See the pussy is incredible the mouth is a fool I brought a friend, you know Gwynn can you make her say ohhhhhh If ya fuck me, Baby, Stone, Mikkey, and Lac Freckle Face Bobby, me again, then Jack I need it twice I'm nothin' nice when I'm slangin the dick And I like it when you dikin with the whole damn clique This is a day in the life of a Big Tymer yall Get the money, get the bitches, get the weed lets ball Next time you chillin just kissin ya chick That funny taste in her mouth might be my dick To the bitches in the hood this is where ya find a Dick slangin, pickle hangin anaconda Ssssssssss Ohhhhhh ohhhhhh Hot hot Ohhhhhh ohhhh (Baby) I slap hoes, Mack ride on O's I done gon '82 slant back el do's I'm a dawg about my money, G about this game I love pretty women and I do the damn thang I shine like penitentiary floors But not just me homie its every nigga I know It's a 808 nigga, cook and shake nigga Beats make money and Mannie Fresh made this cake nigga Suga Slim let these leeches off my neck Sayen Stunna slow down and hold your best You gave yo best shot and you still gon' lose While we ride new whips on 22's You a pussy mutha fucker shoulda been cutting y'all lose I knew it wasn't in ya, I knew you wasn't true I'm a G from the heart got it tattoed on my brain Wont back up on ya stunnin'? Aint neva gon change Ohhhh ohhhhh Hot hot Ohhhh ohhhh (Mannie Fresh) Bitch I took your Regal without the desert eagle Yall don't want beef with me and my people How could y'all say y'all was hot niggas Frozen cup, orange duck, fake ass figgas Together we stand so I got a new crew If y'all feel fuck me then fuck y'all to Yall got guns, we got missiles Clear whole blocks burn niggas to gristles (Baby) I'm Stunna ak you know who I am The Birdman 3-peat with my dick in my hands I ride big whips, tired of talken bout this shit I watched jive niggas turn ta snitch Runnin' round talken CMB eat a dick If it wasn't for me y'all niggas wouldn't be shit I'm a gangsta nigga I stand my own ground Mutha fucka I run Uptown Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhh Hot hot Hot hot Hot hot We drop it like its hot I put my ice on it I put my life on it I put my wife on it We drop it like its hot I put the 3rd on it I put my word on it Bet 100 birds on it We drop it like its hot Hood rat put a fur on it 2 double X 2 with the purr on it We drop it like its hot We Big Tymers we spit game Nigga we aint rhymers We drop it like its hot We drop it like its hot I put my ice on it I put my life on it I put my wife on it We drop it like its hot I put the 3rd on it I put my word on it Bet 100 birds on it We drop it like its hot |
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Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride
half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die I used to be a polo kid who would of thought of all the stupid shit that I did I used to sport it talk about it that`s the reason why shorty went in the hood and bought it Mr. Rabbit like a fast from the past bone jean overalls yall can kiss my ass thug nigga going back to the basic and that Iceberg on the curve is thug animated but first off this is T double when I hitya with them k cutters you turn bout three colors gon and get your big brother I don`t care I`m dade county major slash player hold up cuz Mr. Dollar got sold up time for war now be a boy what`s the hold up a new candiate for the thug of the year I`m the ultiment thug the rest of them busta is quitters Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die You know it`s your boy R Ross, the overweight hell of a nigga so pepperlicoius and we getting it sitting on serious inches we dem niggas smoking coco and serious vison (at the door) bouncers don`t touch us they know once ounces go up they hold up and know what I drink cris let it bubble back I`m leaning on double stack ready to snap Trick already know yall ain`t ready for us we make a way in the club waving a slug come play with a thug I can let yall lay in the mud I battle you partner a spotter that`s hotter with a nuff music to wake pac up keep your glocks up you can`t stop us true husltler chop doctors knot in pockets in truly didited or god got us oh my dream being in da seat daddy `ll trip daddy on green bitch Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die Some of these ho`s think I`m manish go head ask me were I got my manners bitch ask your mamie I slap a bitch in minute seen it twice already ho I muthafucking mean it plus d bout big money get honey lauging that six hundred still running so what`s the cause mayham or murder who is the killer shit I`ll kill ya got money so I`ll make it in court plus I`ma thug nigga and I`ll never get caught bout to set up shop pushing caine to rocks plus my glock gon take this shit on top this ain`t no muthafucking hang out we don`t eat shit smoke caine out the same damn house this is thug life not a citcom plus we got big guns ready for change now Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die |
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| 3:44 |
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| 3:36 |
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| 4:05 |
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| 3:28 |
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| 3:56 |
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| 4:18 |
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| 2:52 |
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| 3:33 |
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| 15. |
| 4:00 |
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[Intro: Benzino]
Unh, Hangmen 3 2 Times and J.B. Yeah, Benzino, c'mon Let's take it to these motherf**king streets, yo Yo, throw your 3's up [Benzino] Lord I'm crying out, help me get my shit together They tryin to put me back in, but I won't let 'em I'm a living legend in these streets - east coast gangsta With ties to the west coast, banging Motherf**k a street team, my team bereave streets Since '86 street sweepers poppin out the back door Sprayed blocks, certain niggas kept glocks Trucks ramped, niggas couldn't understand it Benzino, sniffin eighths of anthrax Niggas can't touch me, my nose gettin runny I got 5 cases, in 3 states with 6 lawyers Had a 5S with Mass plates and 4 corners Now I'm Black Stallion, Ferrari Twin Turbo Probably been warned, but 'Zino gon hurt you Enough's enough, let's take it to the streets Raise big fire over Hangmen beats, c'mon [Chorus: Benzino] Go hard, or go home - I don't wanna hear it My shit too long, and now you gon feel it We gon break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard [Benzino] Diablos, the slug from the web and kill Gotho Nevatho, from East L.A., Bronx to Chicago My choppa sting ya, make you scream "A bay Maria!" Born leader, Benzino bring flame, born heater I post bail with 6 figures, you slick niggas Betta have extra clips if you try and stick with us I'm a monster on this mic, official Made Men savvy Draped with rabbit foot, nothing less 50 karats My closet's like a rainbow - Velour suits change like the weather Adidas box stacked, Fly 11's Hydraulics in the 6 keep my CD's from skippin You niggas trippin, nasty, know steady rippin GQ Magazine, we on page 144 Source covers, Spaceships, Flex Tunnel Tour I bet chu didn't know the Hangmen made a beat and laced Nas Stop hating motherf**ker, go hard! [Chorus] [Benzino] Benzino strike back - most hated, f**k this rap game Reputed gang banga, accused drug slanga.. thug Rhyme sick style, arrogant.. thug Run up on me wrong - not having it My crew been through so much that you can't dream of Everybody wanna be hard til they see slugs Continue breaking bread with my team, thug mean muggs I'm organized, my shit's effective Selective, with the type of niggas that I run with Guns clicked.. hold up, we on some other shit Scream loud, Benzino represent for the niggas, bitches, gangstas, playas [Chorus 2x] |
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| 3:59 |
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| 3:24 |
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| 3:36 |
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| 3:36 |
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