Songtext:
feat. Cardan, Drag-On, Jae Millz, The Lenox Ave. Boyz, Terra Blacks Bonn Webseite
[Intro: E-Snaps] Aww, man, yeah, Lenox Ave. Boyz Aww, man, come on, yea, yeah, yo
[E-Snaps] You doin' what you doin', let's get it Starvin' and you robbin', and you catch a nigga slippin', best get 'em Hit 'em where the good Lord split him Introduce myself, go booth yourself In the far left lane, and I'm, hydro planed And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't care how you feel Checkin' out the truck, check the wheels Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in your grill Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it right Papi of this motherfuckin' thing, truck tight Farbige Klebefolien Rollin' with my niggaz, we ain't lookin' for no fights Now pop one in your head, that's all she said It's time to get head in my Mercedes-Benz Chipped up and I ain't even talkin' bout my jams Clipped up, so any nigga frontin', gettin' banned Give 'em all ten in his chin, I'm all in
[Chorus 4X: Meeno] Move back, move back, you can't fuck with me, huh I'm from the click called N.I.B
[Meeno] Next up, I believe that's me Meeno, get it right, no descrempancy Always keep a weapon, see, run it ground Worth of stones, nothin' less on me, why you stress on me Papierflieger basteln Niggaz mad cause I stretch my D., ya'll dudes want my recipe? Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an album or two Then I might let you sign my shoe, that's just how I do Everybody sayin', boy too souped up Nah, I'm just hot, plus Bentley Coup'd up Who put, you too busy holdin' the stoupe up Ya'll fault your broke, and not mine, stupe'a I'm like Juve', I need it in my life Got fifty birds flyin' in, later on tonight Rock and I hustle, so I get paid twice Life is a gamble boy, roll your dice
[Chorus 4X]
[Tony Wink] Who you know spit flows, get dough like I Begleitagentur Wien In the L.A.B.'s, motherfucker, no lie Hit the links I've seen, back in late '95 Had to wait for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both sides Of course we gon' ride, ride over the competition The real has arrived, ya'll bitch niggaz is finished All I gotta do is Nextel tag my lieutenant Your whole click will get toe tagged tagged in two minutes This to them fools thinkin' they gon' catch the God slippin' I'm always on point and I'm always packin' my weapon You see me in the club, believe me, I got the tech in I slipped the DJ a guard, you slipped it in with the records Either you love it or hate it, but bet you gon' respect it Rainbow glow, when the lights hit off the necklace I'm what you can't be, young, black, rich, and wreckless It's the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, check it Mittagstisch Köln [Chorus 2X]
[Interlude: Jae Millz] Remix! Huh, yeah, it's 101, what? You know what it is when you hear that, Harlem Fix ya face or smacked in it, Harlem Harlem, right here, Harlem You gon' stupid if you don't bounce to this man You gonna only look like a hater, huh-huh Lenox Ave. Boyz, what up, it's only right They know what it is, man, remix
[Jae Millz] Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm from that place called NYC H Dub to the death, and I don't give a fuck what party it is I'm still in the club wearin' sweats (hah) Bodybelt Milk ears with the money colored check Ill two step, blowin' dubs with the best Live life, most hated, with my Lenox Ave. Boyz Remix, Move Back, with Grease providing all the noise Huh, your home boy game so raw And I ain't even gotta say my name no more Haters wanna give my name to the law But punchin' and kickin', to kick us all, they can blame you for Might catch me in the 'Lac with Snaps Or lightin' sticky green 'dro, with Wink and Meeno You from the hood and you ain't no coward, well me neither And before you step on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back, move back)
[Drag-On] This your boy to the dash monrose hot summer songtext Same nigga, no talkin', just result to the mass I stab niggaz, throw the hawk in the trash Peroxide my bullets, give the burners a bath Three fifty Z, burnin' the Ave I'm old school, I still got the fiends burnin' the glass I pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in your face I'm a little bit too hard for the radios to play I still can spit eighty miles an hour in a verse And my Coupe go eighty miles an hour in reverse I let my tool go, ya'll niggaz just studio killas Nigga, I'mma killa in the studio I got guns that'll hollow a wall Point it to your jaw, make you swallow it all Ya'll niggaz want hardcore? What the fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is for? network inventory [Cardan] They ask, who's that, that's P-Cardi And what he in, what he in, he in a Fer-rari You know I'm strapped, you know I'm strapped, I got the heat on me And what I'm wearin', and what I'm wearin', a long Bigari Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to 'lean on me' But if he is, like Biggie said, 'he gon' bleed' Niggaz ain't hard, niggaz heart full of creatine But go against that, green, I go against your, brain And don't fuck with me and the kid, I've been a daddy all my life No 'dro, we gon' blow that alley all day, say what Act stupid, we gon' it crackin' here tonight Greasin', Meen' on the front, with Snappy on my right If rap don't work, nigga, we go to the kitchen Those ain't hoes, so then you know we ain't pimpin' I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I ain't slippin' skigebiet kitzbühel Too close, hold somethin', or now I know Cardy didn't
[Terra Blacks] And if he know, what keep me little Think you know, I think it later See me, and my guns come to, just like a waiter You up north, singin' just like Anita Baker Make up your mind, then come and ready, feen to meet your maker The man that laugh last, will surely laugh harder Me have a gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster With them and I for black gangster (huh, I'm from the click called N.I.B.)
[Ol' Dirty Bastard] But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club gettin' tired Bitches scatter all around me, ready to excite it All these kittens got me flea bitten, eatin' out my mitten I'm comin' off top, my moves are unwritten Now slitter to the snake, in the spring time wither But strong on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever Women desirin', jobs is hiring Money admiring, never keep tiring Rhymin' ain't nothin', the easiest job ever And I'm doing mine, holdin' it together While money quadruple, from playin' the cripple Drinkin' from a titty nipple, sippin' on ripple Blunt keep on flippin', from keep gettin' dippin' The mic I'm rippin', the record skippin' The pussy drippin', the wet got me slippin' The bitch I'm strippin', I'm platinum shippin'
