"Response, Pt. 3" lyrics
(feat. Tazzo B)
[Tazzo B:]
Only real niggas can sit with me
Bergen and Nostrand bitch you know the history
I cannot beef with a nigga that's snitching
Told on the gang, nigga it ain't no mystery
Said you want smoke, nobody hitting me
Boy you gon lie? Nigga you shitting me
You cannot aim, we slamming the rakes
If he wanna play we takin his face
They saying my name, only for the fame
Boy go put in pain, no stay in your lane
It's Tazzo the B and you know I got aim
Ask about the gang, we made them front page
Suck my dick [?], niggas slide through make you a stain
Boy you need to tell Mori his bitch dying
I can tell you we ain't playing no games
I said look me and bro gonna creep up
Opps too soft, steady link up
Bitch me and mines don't team up
We balling all day while ya'll still on the bleachers
Hear my shit booming like speakers
Pull up with your bitch she get swiped like a visa
I'm with the gang know we T'd up
Hurt him if he throwing the rakes up
[26AR:]
Fuck a response, I'm used to leaving niggas unresponsive
Arguing with niggas on the net, only gon leave niggas up in bondage
I ain't never been a talker, I slide with Kemba catch a Walker
Gang [?] up, don't play that's a starter
We houdini, niggas turn niggas into marijuana
AR won't stop, I'ma get involved once you mention my block
It's blood on my name, boy I did a lot
Niggas touch Tazzo B and they gon get rocked
I don't get too [?] lil niggas [?], I ain't gon flock, I'm breaking ya'll up
Lil nigga what? Go get your big brother or some, last pussy got left for that bluffing
Niggas standing on nothing, I'm supposed to believe all that fronting?
I ain't into the dissing, I'd rather pull up on your DeDe
Don't get lined by lil treeshy, had lil Dee to the low leaky
Please don't talk not one peep, I move right, how a nigga gon leave me?
Got hits beef too, nigga yea me three
I can tell that's a opp from his fit, if he from the Lz he got bad drip
Doing drills, stay out that mix
I'm a villain, I ain't no simp
I'm [?], but like A-Rod I got hits
RIP Queezy we all on gang shit
Shoot me mad times I still won't say shit
Only real niggas can sit with me
Bergen and Nostrand bitch you know the history
I cannot beef with a nigga that's snitching
Told on the gang, nigga it ain't no mystery
Said you want smoke, nobody hitting me
Boy you gon lie? Nigga you shitting me
You cannot aim, we slamming the rakes
If he wanna play we takin his face
They saying my name, only for the fame
Boy go put in pain, no stay in your lane
It's Tazzo the B and you know I got aim
Ask about the gang, we made them front page
Suck my dick [?], niggas slide through make you a stain
Boy you need to tell Mori his bitch dying
I can tell you we ain't playing no games
I said look me and bro gonna creep up
Opps too soft, steady link up
Bitch me and mines don't team up
We balling all day while ya'll still on the bleachers
Hear my shit booming like speakers
Pull up with your bitch she get swiped like a visa
I'm with the gang know we T'd up
Hurt him if he throwing the rakes up
[26AR:]
Fuck a response, I'm used to leaving niggas unresponsive
Arguing with niggas on the net, only gon leave niggas up in bondage
I ain't never been a talker, I slide with Kemba catch a Walker
Gang [?] up, don't play that's a starter
We houdini, niggas turn niggas into marijuana
AR won't stop, I'ma get involved once you mention my block
It's blood on my name, boy I did a lot
Niggas touch Tazzo B and they gon get rocked
I don't get too [?] lil niggas [?], I ain't gon flock, I'm breaking ya'll up
Lil nigga what? Go get your big brother or some, last pussy got left for that bluffing
Niggas standing on nothing, I'm supposed to believe all that fronting?
I ain't into the dissing, I'd rather pull up on your DeDe
Don't get lined by lil treeshy, had lil Dee to the low leaky
Please don't talk not one peep, I move right, how a nigga gon leave me?
Got hits beef too, nigga yea me three
I can tell that's a opp from his fit, if he from the Lz he got bad drip
Doing drills, stay out that mix
I'm a villain, I ain't no simp
I'm [?], but like A-Rod I got hits
RIP Queezy we all on gang shit
Shoot me mad times I still won't say shit
