(INTRO)
Right about now...
(Talking)
(VERSE 1)
It's the Broad Street Bully Back, ready to lock in,
My hand on my twins, underneath where my cock ends, (No no no, no no no)
Niggaz got cute once they heard I was locked in,
But here's where all the bull shit 'bout the Roc ends, (Ey)
Fresh over the barbed wire it's the live wire,
Disrespectful, ignorant nigga,
You suck my dick,
drink my piss,
can eat my shit,
Strictly raw-dog when I enter you niggaz, (No no no, no no no)
No pause, no homo, no vaseline
When I end a nigga slowmo with that brumstick nigga, (Yeah)
The boss'll dash when that glick start chopping,
All y'all fags is drag bitch you'll lip off poppin', (Ay yay yay)
Whatchu know about the S.P. hardheads,
Ruthless then them niggaz that ran in Jabar crib,
Flood that strip, (Do it)
With 50 shakes, big beards and bald heads,
Scared couldn't rent no space where law fear, (No no, no no)
Niggaz don't want it with fat boy,
You'd rather get your hair permed & pulled
Hit with a strap on,
A grown ass man, I don't play no games.
Death gon' be a destiny's child to say my name
(CHORUS)
We fire gun shots to the cieling,
Yo disrespected us you're bleeding now,
No witness na leavin'
We puttin' everybody down on the floor,
So go low,
Everybody go low,
So go low,
Everybody go low,
(VERSE 2)
I'm what the game' missin', (YES!)
Young nigga old soul still kickin',
New game old rules no snitchin', (YES!)
New connect fewer digits,
Old money new bitches, (HEY!)
Paper ain't shit,
I pistol whip,
A hundred thou' on the swiss movement,
About a dolla imma get to it,
And I'm a monster on that thick fluid,
I run through problems like Tony but I don't sniff through it,
I just rock it and spin it the water stick to it,
Every Day I'm Hustlin', Push It harder than Rick do it, (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I keep it Cannon like Nick do,
See me in the streets U Don't Know mMe like Flip do ya? (Whoa!)
Disturb the Peace like Cris do it, (HEY!)
I bring the Rucker like Skip to ya, (HEY!)
Hey young worl',
Do you like it when I talk slick to ya
Broad Street Bully Back bitch!
(CHORUS)
We fire gun shots to the cieling,
Yo disrespected us you're bleeding now,
No witness na leavin'
We puttin' everybody down on the floor,
So go low, (HEY!)
Everybody go low, (YES!)
So go low, (HEY!)
Everybody go low, (YES!)
(VERSE 3)
I'm what the game lackin',
Like Joe no Jackson's,
Like Kobe' no Shaqin',
Like James no Magic,
You niggaz got the game bass akcwards,
Same by rights,
Nobody sufferin' the reprocusions for they actions,
I'm 'bout to get back on my geographic,
You know South Philly mo'fuckas kill at will,
On site, broad daylight, (We killin' it, We killin' it)
Pin that steel,
30 shots in the 'xtender,
Don't tempt me,
Short fuse no wick on it,
Broad shoulder with a chip on it,
Get off my dick put yo' bitch on it,
Man I'm the shit with no stench on it, (No no no no no)
Fuck you gon' tell me nigga,
See it's the real dookie,
You just a new jacked pookie,
I ain't one o' yo' boys in da hood,
I'm a menace in 'dis,
Waste deep repin' State P biotch!
(CHORUS)
We fire gun shots to the cieling,
Yo disrespected us you're bleeding now,
No witness na leavin'
We puttin' everybody down on the floor,
So go low,
Everybody go low,
So go low,
Everybody go low,
No no no, no no no,
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah,
Beanie Sigel
And Rock City you know see you wit' trouble now,
Konvict Music,
I'm still droppin' 'till you run 'dem down.
STOP IT!
HEY!
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