[Baby D & Lil' C] [Chorus A] STOMP THAT SHIT!!! STOMP THAT SHIT!!! STOMP THAT SHIT!!! STOMP THAT SHIT!!! (Don't fall shawty) [Repeat x4] [Baby D] I
you famous motherfucker I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit My niggas make the papers baby My niggas make the front
collector of gats Testin' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats. How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back When trucks backfire, I bust back How bout that, stomp
duck Like the mac gotta ease past, nigga what? Shit, I don't give f**k, I run these streets Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like
like the mac gotta ease past, nigga what Shit, I don't give fuck, I run these streets Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a g told
I'd holla at this whore but now my throat is sore [Chorus] Sometimes life seems so unfortunate, that's why I don't give a shit. The poor stay poor,
What that mean Nickel?) It's a rap if you eating, get a beat then terrorize that bitch like I'm Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touching that
d like to have some, Laying on the patio man, rolling a fat one, Shady drop the magic marker, put the cap on, God damn man are you that much of an asshole
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp
know you Then hop off the ark Are you hip? Do you need another tip, cause that's just like a talk Light in the asscrack tip Jump on it Shake your shit
And shuttin? everything up, ?specially the ones who be hatin? They lovin? everything until I got ?em stutterin? stupid You hear ?em now? ?D-d-d-d-don
up I'm, off my 380 shit My, future's bright, stars is by my head, baby shit Make me sick, what you eat don't make me shit Found out the reason they hate
We in the "to be" killa zone, playin' the D Lovin' the D Out-a-towners hatin' the D I die for the D If I could I'd fuckin' marry the D Stick my dick in
: Yeah! AOWWW, AOWWW! C'mon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z) Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it One time,
that bop unless I'm be-bopping Yeah skip when you hear that click Cash money nigga I'm that shit I leave the begging ungh! [Cassidy] That's what I'm
three-one is gangbangin in Brooklyn [Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" To all my live ones, not my shook ones [Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that
caught by my baby sitter I wanna be black but with my mustache I look Mexican I learned how to spit rhymes from reading green eggs and ham I talk plenty shit so that
that, you don't want that Come and get some pap, pap, wanna sound like? Wanna be like? Nigga, we can't have that Why a nigga wanna bite the Bone shit
