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bill engvall - i.g. joe lyrics

puff daddy
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real n-ggas”(feat. lil’ kim, notorious b.i.g
[puffy]
i’m not wit none of that
standin’ around lookin’ cool and sh-t
i want you motherf-ckers to jump the f-ck up
and have some motherf-ckin’ fun
you understand what it means to be black?
i have my man the notorious b.i.g in the back
i go by the name of the puff daddy
but check this sh-t out
four, five
as we procced to give you what you need

[notorious b.i.g]
sick of momma screamin’ that “get a job, n-gga”
pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a n-gga
simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hoop
whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do g
got to bang a n-gga and bang a n-gga good
so i could cop a benz and drive the f-ck out the hood
cause baby mama screamin’, your daughter twelve months
can’t live life slingin’ rocks and smokin’ blunts
hangin’ with the n-gga’s don’t pay the bills
and bein’ broke at 30 give a n-gga the chills
so what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
yo, you see that sh-t? (h-ll yeah, i see that sh-t)
columbian, dominican, yeah whatever
whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
two keys, twenty g’s, n-gga please
blew his brains out cause witnesses we don’t need

[1] – on the road to riches and diamond rings
real n-ggas do real things
hanging wit the b-tches is the song i sing
real n-ggas do real things

on the road to riches and diamond rings
real n-ggas do real things
hanging wit the b-tches is the song i sing
real n-ggas do real things

[puff daddy]
yeah, yeah, yeah
i tote gats wit my n-gga, clap wit my n-gga
break bread and then break backs wit my n-gga
jack wit my n-gga, c-ck the latch wit my n-gga
now how you gon’ act wit my n-gga?
just remember there’s a gun to your dome
and i will l!ck shots and run through your home
or better yet i put your son to the chrome
turn the music up and unplug the phone
i will k!ll him, read my lips
you too, motherf-cker if i don’t see no bricks
see, i flips when i don’t see no chips
yeah, n-gga, i know you in pain, i don’t care n-gga
i want the stash, keys, hash, weed, g’s motherf-cker, freeze
c-ck sucker, you better bring the things out
before i blow your motherf-cker frame out
n-gga what

[repeat 1]

[lil’ kim]
real big n-gga’s over here talkin’ sh-t
yo f-ck that, i’m gon’ check these n-gga’s
f-ck that, f-ck that
what you said? speak up, i can’t hear ya
oh, thought you was talkin’ to us, um pardon me, my bad
i shoulda known ya’ll ain’t wanted with these three time losers
the open surgeons heart removers
n-ggas think they gon’ stop my ones
put a contract out and stop ya’ll lungs
we powerful, don’t think that all we got is guns
we buy out everything you claim, including your name
mama b-tch squeeze the life out of ya’ll n-gga’s
screw barkin’, i take bites out of ya’ll n-gga’s
crack open your safe then put a bomb to it
f-ck shootin’ windows n-gga, i jumps through it
with the all black hood, he beat a n-gga ’till he hurl
then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl
when it comes to my n-gga b.i.g
i wanna see all ya’ll n-ggas d.i.e

on the road to riches and diamond rings
real b-tches do real things
hanging with the n-ggas is the song i sing
real b-tches do real things

[repeat 1]

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