Pocket Featuring Mark Burgess Follow

Heaven lyrics

My Fulton Street n****z, dangerous MC's

Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top
Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green
Ooh wee, you see, the ugliest
Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness

Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
And the winner is, y'all n****z know the rules
I blast on n****z so my fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues

Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very
Look forward to me like commissary
All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted

Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
Your s*** it, just ain't got that loud
Gold tooth shine like ta dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow

By now you figure, he talkin' bout that n****
But your weak-a** assumptions, lead led to dumpin'
IV to pump-in, you're feeling something
Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift

At least six inches, above project fences
Turn meat to minces, jokes turn to flinches
When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches
Missed you by pinches, your talk is senseless

Actor needs chiropractor for cracked jaw
Yes I rocked your cheddar box
Dangerous you're not I gets down
Twist your body round and â€~round, upside down

C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon
B**** grab your tits c'mon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, c'mon

Thugs tote yo' s***
We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's blow the club, c'mon
F*** the place up, c'mon

Shake yo' nasty a**
And make it swing all around, c'mon
Yo, make this money
Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon

Bounce in your whips, c'mon
B**** lick yo' lips, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My n**** this be the s***, c'mon

Dangerous MC's
My n**** this be the s***, c'mon

Make money hand over fist
The bo-vines roam where chicken hearts don't exist
Settin' up shop, it's hands on in the hustle
Fakes don't kill nuttin' but time and don't tussle

The process of elimination, fresh rotation
Come and go and they death be starvation
In the heat of battle it's no rest for the weary
Snooze and you lose is the theory

The theory of a patient man, is wild beyond belief
Be afraid, you don't want beef with us chief
Your talk is cheap and the supply meets demand
Everything you can imagine is real man

And revenge be the dish I serve to cats cold
Stay up on about ten folds, you know how it goes
You know the streets and it's real as s***, c'mon
N****z grab your dicks, c'mon, b****es rub your tits, c'mon

C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon
B**** grab your tits c'mon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, c'mon

Thugs tote yo' s***
We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's blow the club, c'mon
F*** the place up, c'mon

Shake yo' nasty a**
And make it swing all around, c'mon
Yo, make this money
Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon

Bounce in your whips, c'mon
B**** lick yo' lips, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My n**** this be the s***, c'mon

Aww nah, big Snoop Dogg
Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw
Break fool on these b****es while I'm breakin' the law
You come up in my room look b**** you takin' it off

Follow me, I slip â€~em, slide â€~em, rip â€~em, ride â€~em, provide â€~em
With that West coast G s***, L.B.C. s***
We dips to this, make chips to this
And buy brand new whips and s***, uh huh

I bet you didn't know that yo' b**** was suckin' dick
Who you think she f***in with? Look here
My, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd
Point a pistol at you b**** n****s, bla dow

How you like me now?
You got stuck and f***ed, Doggystyle
100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin' the corner
All up in Crooklyn, bad b****es are lookin'

C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon
B**** grab your tits c'mon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, c'mon

Thugs tote yo' s***
We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's blow the club, c'mon
F*** the place up, c'mon

Shake yo' nasty a**
And make it swing all around, c'mon
Yo, make this money
Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon

Bounce in your whips, c'mon
B**** lick yo' lips, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My n**** this be the s***, c'mon

So you lovin' us so much this s*** is bleedin' through you
If I worked in a restaurant
I'd s*** in the food and feed it to you
Most of my n****z cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you

Even all of them Haitian n****z won't believe this voodoo
Can yo' pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in patois
And kick you in your face like we playin' a game of soccer
I love to cock the glocka, stack up on loot and vodka

And f*** your crew because all of y'all n****z full of ca-ca
The way we doin damage tell me how the f*** you manage
With my n****z who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage
Them n****z'll throw you in a manhole and push they hand in yo' a**

And pull yo' head right out yo' a**hole
Parkay n**** we rugged all day n****
You ready to f*** b****? F*** the foreplay n****
This me for all consumers, my n**** f*** the rumors
Three in the worst way of pure coke for all you drug abusers