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Big Mike - How You Want It lyrics
f/ The Outlawz Chorus [Big Mike] How You Want it? Whaty What We can get down, niggaz talkin' shit now Y'all done put y'all shit down Peep that shit y'all spit now Thinkin' it was done with Pickin' all that gun shit We gonna have some fun with Y'all niggaz, small niggaz, hard niggaz That gots stopped, where the fuck y'all niggaz What's up Pac? Shots then turn to slot I swear I see niggaz icin' up hot knock digga We got props fa' ya Verse 1 [Big Mike] Now I'm more than qualified To be slangin' records nationwide Bitch ass niggaz talkin' bout how they down to die And y'all ain't gotta ask no questions why Partly to test the sky You gotta be the best to try Hoe ass niggaz dress too fly To be talkin' bout lockin' heads With a nigga that's Texas size You fraud at, niggaz couldn't fuck with me if y'all were 50 deep And I was fucked up on a Friday in your best disguise East or West side can I get some Get done, break up the pieces and does the best decide Hit ya with that pesticide I keep ya man, ya milli - legacy loaded by my side I'm killin' these wise guys from the inside So recognize and respect one of the best of my kind No need to be checkin' mine I got the Lexus side to side Especially for catchin' eyes They think that life, a part of life Across the river in that fisher With the thangs from fifty-five Nigga flip that side Try to lift what's mind Get laid flat foo Cuz with the tech, I'm a nifty guy Chorus Verse 2 [Kastro of The Outlawz] I'm skinny nigga All one six five of me Twist it up if ya wanna side with me Forty eight tracks Slangin' studio rap bangers Get home, when I attack it's danger I'm sick of sober (ohh) Holy shit soldier Full of if over and watch me try to take this bitch over It's me and mine, brotha At all times like that Do it the real way when y'all just stuck out on wax Verse 3 [Young Noble of The Outlawz] Yo Now how do you want it Do you want it in shots? The Outlawz still comin' If you ready or not These mother fuckers is sleepin' Don't think we a threat Already a video and platinum And we ain't even put out an album yet Know where the holy is My soul is pure Ain't no door To walk out this game of war I still thank the lord My mom duke don't smoke coke no more Thuggin' for my family, I've been an outlaw Verse 4 [Napolean of The Outlawz] Been through all For stealin' on niggaz who stealin clothes out the mall I went through all y'all Grab my balls Outlawz, It's war Help me, tell me what's wrong with your draw Nigga you're more than raw Now get the fuck off the floor I'mma wire your jar In the worst way Nigga on my birthday Desert Eagle so pollute the ear That's how we celebrate I meditate in a thug way Fight back in the subway If worst come to worst Fuck this, rap shit is the thug way Verse 5 [EDI Mean of The Outlawz] I woke up early in the mornin' Like I'm facin' the judge Fuck the world Stuck on Thug Life and I ain't gonna budge Got a heart full of pain And a brain full of sorrow I gots to break like two walls For every muscle I swallow So I was down from the get down You nigga on his ground Mind, controlled by crime Facin' time completely blind The deeper you'll find the traces of livin' this sadness Lost souls in this midst of this madness So how you want it Chorus Chorus (begins then fades out) |
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