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Pete Rock
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I carry heat, good grief like a briefcase
I'm the sole winner of the up in your ass sweepstakes
I command when I stand near with a plan, yeah
Severe as of your career you can hand it here
You're bluffing, stooling, stalling off the ball
But when you're born rough can tell you ain't tough at all
I hunted the land, god damn, for niggas that's comin' to jam
And get right to it in front of your man
If it's a squad I'm cuttin' up an ass, never cuttin' breath
Leavin' mutton Jeff with nothin' left
Watchin"em slip slow fast, up in your cash
Your shit blow, no, not with dynamite stuck up in your ass
Your little squad ain't hard, so before you try to check Todd
You're better off tryin' to wreck God
You pump faggot, I'm quick as a automatic static
You want it, you got it,'cause it ain't my turn to have it
Where that bitch at? Fat boy spit that
Fuck your name, just let me hit that
What a nigga really tryna get at (what's up)
Sit back and let me put it where you shit at
Fuck 'til I hear your ribs crack (uh)
Not Russia, new improved gut buster (uh)
Lift your spirits when I fuck ya, sauce money touch ya
Spermicide inside the condom lover (uh)
Steam on you, fat bitch, dream come true
Like nice tits, squeeze'em like vice grips (uh)
Grab my dick when I see Kelly Price lips (uh)
Sick on the beat, freak nasty nigga
Rub my dick on your feet (what's wrong baby)
Mad, heated, wanna fuck big less bad
Bye if you listening, quit you
Till I hit you, jerk off on your December issue
Kiss her, no, try to front dis her
Whisper fly shit to the next bitch cause my shit
Make drawers drop cause I spit
More high, couldn't stop your soul, why your jaw stop?
Get head with the floor, now what we bout to do is put down foundation
When it's time to step it up, we rise to the occasion
But in order for you to put down foundation
You gotta, stash it, funds, grip automatics
Fuck hoes, problematic, yeah, we putting down foundation
When it's time to step it up, we rise to the occasion
But in order for you to put down foundation
You gotta, stash it, funds, grip automatics
Fuck hoes sporadic
Back shot barbarian, I like the pussy laryin' then I'm buryin'
Nine inches in your trenches, I love it when you flinches
Callin' you names from baby down to wenches
Laughin', even though I really meant it, I'd rather
Fuck with you'cause it's unscented
Hittin' walls'cause my dick is bented
Upon entry accidentally bruised your right thigh
Pardon me, he can't see, he only got one eye
I'm bonin' you, but my mind is on gangster boo
I'll show her where them dollars at for one night in the south
Meet me at your label
Hit it on your A &R table, nut on your contract
Loosen the staples when it comes to sex, I'm sociable
I was taught to never eat what walks away from the plate, but that's negotiable
Used to fuck fat chicks, it took a strong bed
Used to have this bitch put cloak on her tongues and give long heads
See when I got a bitch, I got a bitch and I ain't on no sucker shit
Neither hard, just a lot of dick vibes, I be in it all the way love
Doggy style, got her looking back with that face on like what we made out of
Now what we'bout to do is put down foundation
When it's time to step it up, we rise to the occasion
But in order for you to put down foundation (you gotta)
Stash your funds, grip automatic
Fuck hoes sporadic
Yeah, we putting down foundation
When it's time to step it up
We rise to the occasion
But in order for you to put down foundation (you gotta)
Stash your funds, grip automatic
Fuck hoes sporadic
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