Lil' Cease Lyrics
Lil' Cease Lyrics
"Don't Stop Lyrics"
Talk hard Lyrics
Life is tough and full'a stuff Life is hard as rock No one around to pull you out No one to stop the clock Now we don't need no chaperones All policemen please go home The pressure's up––the heat is on I know what's right––I know what's wrong Chorus: You gotta Talk hard––you gotta talk hard Out my door, on my street There's people marchin' with their feet They're buyin' this, they're buyin' that Some are thin and some are fat Suburban towns are all
Life is tough and full'a stuff Life is hard as rock No one around to pull you out No one to stop the clock Now we don't need no chaperones All policemen please go home The pressure's up––the heat is on I know what's right––I know what's wrong Chorus: You gotta Talk hard––you gotta talk hard Out my door, on my street There's people marchin' with their feet They're buyin' this, they're buyin' that Some are thin and some are fat Suburban towns are all
Intro: Lil' Cease
Uh, yeah
Uh, One-two
One-two
One-two, ya'll
Uh, Uh, yeah, Uh
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Verse One: Lil' Cease
It's Lil Cease nigga
About to blow charm like pop
In the Benz drop
I'm hot, you're not
Pedal to the floor
Four-fifth ?????
I'm the nigga you're bitch love to clock
Be the artist standing raw, gettin head in the lot
Outside of Justin's, in the parking lot
Keep the feds on the low, in the darkest spot
Like Jigga, my lifestyle is just hard to knock
A nigga with more juice than 2Pac
My crew moves spots
Three for my niggas in the yard in the box
?????????, all a nigga got
I'm a ball till I fall
Land on acres
Get this paper
Smile like Don Juan at Gators
If ya feel me on this,
Then my words will save ya
If ya wanna talk to me, nigga talk paper
Shit, fuck em
I want potatoes, now fuck later????
Chorus: Puff Daddy
We won't stop, till you niggas come and stick me
And I don't stop, till you haters rock wit me
And I won't stop, till I'm dead here wit fifty
And we don't
Birdcall Lyrics
[Cam'ron] Yo J.R. They been waiting for you dawg They been asking You ready? You up motherfucker Dipset, let's go Writer! [HOOK:JR Writer] To all my hustlers, rock smugglers Strugglers, block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers What's the word ya'll, flip that erb raw Clap (clap clap) that's the bird call If the cops are coming, get the hopping, running Quick & drop that onion, ain't no stopping young'n Put away that erb raw, let's us know the word or Clap (clap clap) that's the bir
stop, we won't stop[Cam'ron] Yo J.R. They been waiting for you dawg They been asking You ready? You up motherfucker Dipset, let's go Writer! [HOOK:JR Writer] To all my hustlers, rock smugglers Strugglers, block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers What's the word ya'll, flip that erb raw Clap (clap clap) that's the bird call If the cops are coming, get the hopping, running Quick & drop that onion, ain't no stopping young'n Put away that erb raw, let's us know the word or Clap (clap clap) that's the bir
And we don't stop, you know who run the city
And we don't stop, till my dogs rock for Biggie
And we don't stop, till the feds come and get me
And we won't stop, we don't stop
Verse Two: Lil' Cease
Uh, Yo, yo, yo
All a nigga need is
One shot, one brick
Four niggas and four clips
Mo thugs and four-fifths
We car-jacked a few whips
Apartment on the hot strip
Feds come, we lose it
Pissy off of party and bullshit
Till we max out
If it's beef then act out, nigga
So fuck all ya'll cats wit ya ass out
Yappin bout ya crackhouse
Creepin on the low
C-Gutter tear his back out
I ain't scared a ya'll
Trust me, ya'll ain't ready
Ya need to bring ya bitch
Cause she more heavy than metal
My guns rock steady,
The more the merry
Niggas hall ass, break fast like Mob Berry?????
Before I land three like Dell Curry (that's real)
I'm tryin to blow like Kurtis
All that shit you doing, is makin me nervous
Nervous, join the service
That paranoid shit could hurt us
Kill us
Down at B.I.E. for B.I.<
Molasses Lyrics
Shake hands Genocide Molasses Jet-powered caravans Molasses I'm too good You're stuck on Rent free earthquake zone Molasses I need someone else's glasses. Starving waitresses in plasters, Fat houseflies Genocide We've been stitched up Molasses
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Nigga, it's realityShake hands Genocide Molasses Jet-powered caravans Molasses I'm too good You're stuck on Rent free earthquake zone Molasses I need someone else's glasses. Starving waitresses in plasters, Fat houseflies Genocide We've been stitched up Molasses
You wanna battle nigga, bring ya large salary
And ya whole team to tackle me, nigga
Who be the last to fuck after me
Money L, D-Rock
Niggas ain't fuckin wit me
Chorus: Puff Daddy
We won't stop, till you niggas come and stick me
And I don't stop, till you haters rock wit me
And I won't stop, till I'm dead here wit fifty
And we don't stop, we won't stop
And we don't stop, you know who run the city
And we don't stop, till my dogs rock for Biggie
And we don't stop, till the feds come and get me
And we won't stop, we don't stop
Verse Three: Lil' Cease
Yo, yo, yo
I'm a switch hits on niggas
Drop hits on niggas
Switch V's on niggas
Platinum to the quadrup on niggas
Two to the point to the five on niggas
Run hard with the wildest niggas
In a cut, can't find us niggas
Livest niggas
Ice be shinin niggas
Blindin niggas
In the four point six, reclining niggas
Bitches like "damn, I got to find this nigga"
If I give her seven digits, got to dial this nigga
And you know I'm on top,
Big Distraction Lyrics
You're my concentration Everything else is a bore I've got myself snagged on you No self-control now All that I want to do Sleep in the shadow of you For the rest of my life Now we can chisel Chisel off built up walls Of pain deposited from past lovers Memories they can sleep And we can live comfortably For the rest of our lives Wrong or right Shipwrecked into you Situation is foolish Put up a fight You're my big disctraction Obvious companion I'm falling fast Like an a
you got to watch me niggaYou're my concentration Everything else is a bore I've got myself snagged on you No self-control now All that I want to do Sleep in the shadow of you For the rest of my life Now we can chisel Chisel off built up walls Of pain deposited from past lovers Memories they can sleep And we can live comfortably For the rest of our lives Wrong or right Shipwrecked into you Situation is foolish Put up a fight You're my big disctraction Obvious companion I'm falling fast Like an a
And my dogs shoot the ball till you foul me nigga
And when the beefs on, you gon drown, my nigga
I'm a rise for real, and wish death to the fake ones
This is for my niggas that was down since day one
That bid long,
Hang in and hang on
Hold ya head and stay strong, my niggas
Chorus: Puff Daddy
We won't stop, till you niggas come and stick me
And I don't stop, till you haters rock wit me
And I won't stop, till I'm dead here wit fifty
And we don't stop, we won't stop
And we don't stop, you know who run the city
And we don't stop, till my dogs rock for Biggie
And we don't stop, till the feds come and get me
And we won't stop, we don't stop
We won't stop, till you niggas come and stick me
And I don't stop, till you haters rock wit me
And I won't stop, till I'm dead here wit fifty
And we don't stop, we won't stop
And we don't stop, you know who run the city
And we don't stop, till my dogs rock for Biggie
And we don't stop, till the feds come and get me
And we won't stop, we don't stop