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Featuring Redman, Eye Low & Mr. Cream. (Intro) Straight up, leave no angel dust, Label us notorious My my they’re breathing oxygen From so much smoke need oxygen Straight up, leave no angel dust, Label us notorious My my they’re breathing oxygen From so much smoke need oxygen Straight up, leave no angel dust, Label us notorious (Verse) Hey yall, back here to break yall off When I ride like Akon and Jeezy, look on the TV I ain’t Nicholas when I face off AR make a nigga go AWOL Believe me, yall don’t wanna see me I be on board like Luigi I stay alive like a Bee Gee 3D, not gonna go hard When I just pop from the Mohawk Slick talk I gotta get a whole walk She like Batman, think he a know it all Letras de cancionesGet slapped like Nikolai Volkoff Cuz I’m like Hugh Hefner when the robe off Bitch I’m just younger With the pretty cucumber Like Biz I’mma go up Nigga like me cock the hammer Til my block demand a new boss I’mma stand up I just juice like tropican And give up my grandma for some rhymes like Electra DT’s when I pop the 10, It’s cuz I’m bananas, just giving you a heads up Boy I’m sick, I don’t need a checkup ‘Cause I’m on your mind when you air walk (Hook x2) My my they’re breathing oxygen From so much smoke need oxygen Straight up, leave no angel dust, Label us notorious (Verse) Eyes Low, bossed up like the MG Rolled looking outsides like young Z I don’t like them broads, they can run free Why pay for the pussy when it come free I ain’t playin with yo pussy, wanna come see? 4-5, black inners in the Humvee Keep these rap niggas under my wing It’s an underground thing, shout to Pimp C and Bun B Smoked that ever since snoop it Since then I ain’t felt yall using I’m a pain in the ass, I’m a nusaince Not poppin off til you hear my true sense Two thoughts sittin in the new Porsche New face, we chase at a new court Got the hoes from the stable like Too $hort Got the O’s on the table by the new book Got the gran coup sittin by the notebook Old jams, bump for the all group Backwood to the group when you smoke kush And my blood Obama, it ain’t no Bush Chew my weed like president, no trash Back it up, move it out, better go fast One forth QBs and a old half Niggas know what it is but I won’t pass (Hook x2) My my they’re breathing oxygen From so much smoke need oxygen Straight up, leave no angel dust, Label us notorious (Verse) Yo I’m the king of the kush and I gets no higher More smoke in this room than a full long fire Niggas talkin shit but your board game tired Next dude try the shit, get your jaw rewired Niggas beat your bubble with they urban flows But I’mma murder this, shoot it the Kirkland clothes I rep Brick City til I DIE Talk years motherfucker like I’m BIG Visions is you really wanna doubt You can lean to the south, put yo mouth on my TIP See it’s quite evil, you can’t see my team Nobody quite do it like I DID Bitch you claim of the name and I’m better than most Still razor sharp quote to competitors’ throats Call it assault how I fuck up the beat And they near about here, fuckin with me Nigga now check the codename is MR DIE See these niggas can’t touch me, gotta stay more calm I’m a beast, I destroy any beats on my path I mention the deceits, come and whip em in half See they don’t know that my words don’t play And how they put together just a word in my play Alright alright alright, these bitch ass niggas gon know today (Hook x2) My my they’re breathing oxygen From so much smoke need oxygen Straight up, leave no angel dust, Label us notorious From Letras Mania