wall Why don?t you open up, we talk? I am ready, I am ready for a fall Instead of carving up the wall Why don?t you open up, we talk? We are ready, we are ready for the floor
the wall Why don't you open up at all? I am ready, I am ready for a fall Stand carving up the wall Why don't you open up at all? We are ready, we are ready for the floor
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me twitchin' in my britches Feenin' for that sticky icky come get me Good God almighty! Hot dog and chilli Oochie-wally sing it for me La di da da da, sing it for
da Bitches hit the floor on the double Bust off a couple Rounds and let it bubble In your belly Bullets dipped in formaldehyde So when they hit you You embalmed and ready
take a lil' trip down and blow wit' me I got a few chips, you could blow wit' me Oh, and I got a girl, shh, keep that on the low for me Yo, shorty, if
it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go [Mr. Man] Who keep the hot block? ("Mister.") Hot glock? ("Mister
Oh, I don't think y'all ready It's what the world's been waitin' for Live big, car keys the remix I go by the name of Sacario Yeah, Angela, Joey Crack
-si-dos And get your day started like a breakfast toast Me and my niggas make beats for your strokes Heat for your tokes, baby, tees for your chokes, keys for
store now Singin my song now, while you moppin the floor now We hit and run shit, I hope you know this is war now Bus' big balls quickly settle the score now From all the hot
up for Mama She'll get hot for you When they pass that basket Folk contribute to You put in for Mama She'll put out for you The folks atop the ladder
to mention Shoot five niggas, shoot ten Shoot the piece, slip to your fiends Seven, goddamn it, when it deal A '64 for the honeys, straight ho for the
bein' watched by cops Still I creep up the stairs with the glock hot Kicked down the door Where the nigga hides the money at, I hit his bedroom drawers For
