Leave Your Style Cramped

Lyrics
Mom Duke... [Hook] [I'll leave your style cramped, my crew can't be touched] [x2] Anything PMD touch is going Niggas be like Slow Flow's flowing Creep without you niggas knowing From Brentwood boondocks To Brooklyn yo my tune knocks Blowing watts, so what's the deal, hops? Parish Smith, I does this No time to reminisce In 9 -6 blow the dice and let 'em roll kid 4-5-6 posing for hardcore flicks and shit Mad niggas on the dick [Hook] I gots to represent never hesitant Niggas all quiet, bitched up like a convict Yo, so what's the deal with the million dollar man? You know the hand, the Benz plus the green Land It ain't all about the loot, I does this for my troops Put my niggas up on the real scoop Gots to represent Moms, word bond Run through lines of MCs like a shine Salaam, a don, mad personality My crew be catching casualties So when you yes, yes, ya'lling You better watch who's name you calling Timber, you falling Calling my name, calling my fame Coming off the scene low in the cut, hitting my bitch Jane Clocking the mental, keeping it simple Dropping the rhymes and flipping instrumentals That's is how it's going down From 1996 to motherfucking 2000
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Credits
- Producers
- Charlie Marotta