but when i make it back, ill invade that traps, made the gats, shut the block down, yall niggas aint made for that, but when i spark yo ass off and i spark
minks too minks too if you like my tattoos LA ink is in my closet got some haters in my closet and we just use them as targets I be sparking cause we
wanna fill Jay-Z shoes I call it the Ferrari sniffs, the Phantom flu 'Cause y'all sick, what already exists, can't be you I told y'all niggaz in oh-two
't flesh and blood that we wrestle against Principalities, powers of this world Rulers of darkness and spiritual wickedness In high places, so throw that whole armor of righteousness I spark
seem easy Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B O R O nigga Who I die for This is for my Q dogs, who lit a block's bright spark We grew up on old English
beneath the patter of the rain I can't stand the drops they're dripping down my windowpane They wash away my shadow and don't even leave a spark upon
, Dessi keep my windows like the Prezzie Press a button than I'm stuntin my roof look like it's duckin Meter go two-hundred something and my trunk do
these pistols my niggas got issues...again, same song armed with the mega bomb Blow you out the frame and I'm gone. [Verse Two: Redman] I was going
fast bitches too many tricks That can give a dick a bad sickness Yo, yo yo son excuse me? (Yo) I'm tryin' to earn a million buck or two The ill MC step
prefer So every word be hard to turn when you stir My grill, my balls, my jaws Stretch twelve floors vacate your college dorm halls I can stand still and ricochet off the walls The gun sparks
kickin' Or I put two more in that Terriyaki chicken You've just been fitted for them seaman shoes This is bottom of the lake raps Stab you in the back Kung fu Fifty-two cops can't withstand the fifty-two
[Redman] Mic check, mic check (mic check mic check one two) One two, one two check mic (yeah) Gilla House, D-Block baby (can y'all hear me out there?)
a rental Flip fools with credentials, nasty like havin' sex with kinfolk Blaze high, then smoke Drunk-a-Lot, stays on top, that's why we roll Two and two
(Rasheeda) ATL to STL, on them things and crunk as hell Your system blast, then let it bump Spark the L and raise it up Fifteens in my shit, you know
't cuttin' my hurr 10 and a half in the Air force One's, give me two purr ugh I'm from the Lou and what I do is a Lou thang One rapper, two rings and
to that The 4th comin', don't look now there's more comin' And we all stunners with lil' money but still hungry True story, once threw a nigga from a two