Letra
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Intro
Yo, don't you hear me?
Take it from the top
Let's do it
Uh, yeah
You already know
M.O.B (Uh)
It's your boy, L's
Boss Don Biggavell
With Capo the Don on this one
We miss you nigga, got you
You know they miss your boy
I'm fresh out
Two mil' dollar bail and all that
They upped me
I'm gonna talk to 'em
Verse
My rap CD just goes to show (Yeah), how street a nigga is
I've been chose to expose how weak you niggas is
You mothafucka's is peasants (Peasants)
They wait 'til I'm in prison
Baby shitting, pissing his pants, soon as I gave him the Dezzy
Yeah, got robbery one, conspiracy murder two
Before he spoke on my name, I never heard of dude (Nope)
Now time to piss him off, 'cause I spotted one of his hoes
She sprinkle coke on my dick, then she sniff and lick it off
Why you so kinky Biggavell? (Chyeah)
Baby, just hush the fuck up and suck me
Then hit the strip 'til I cum and go get my money
A pimp 'til I die (Die), I can't say it's in my blood
It’s just a trade that I inherited, runnin' through the slums
See last night it was a pain (Pain), bitches was pretty crazy and shit
Don't it sound like I fuck more than 50 cent? (Shit)
On my way to your borough, gettin' bent
Tryna figure out how much money I spent (Oww)
Can't stop. can't stop
Chorus
You can't stop Byrdgang
You can't stop Byrdgang, baby (Nope)
And we ain't loving these hoes, no (We ain't lovin' 'em)
They all want us to change (Change)
And all you mothafucka's is lame
The Desert Eagle will blow out your brains, baby
You thought that it was over but no-oh
Oww, oww, oww, oww
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