Wednesday, 25 April 2012

I-20 - Little Boy Lyrics

I-20 - Little Boy 

Little boy, I hold on you, little boy, I hold on you
Little boy, I hold on you, little boy, I hold on you

One the dealer dominate them, while your squad get dominated
They ain’t shit, they ain’t saying shit, they talking constipated
Do…complicated, I ain’t down to contemplate it
I am married to this money, I can’t wait to consummate it
I did it like I hate it, … once we smash it
Moving bundles of that snow, we gonna turn this bitch to Aspen
… execution fashion… I will murk them, I will loose you
I am built for this shit, and they don’t make them like they used to
I’m a fool, I’m a beast, I’m an animal, a monster
Hit them with a hundred chopper, like I got the cold of …
Oh I got that Ruger pointed straight at your medula
Bet I get a hand in my face,
Cause nigga I’m a shooter
Ask the lord for forgiveness, ask my daddy for his blessings
Might not get another chance, ain’t no time for second guessing
Why the fuck these niggas testing
It’s a…niggas acting like they bitches
Y’all a squad full of … yeah,

Little boy, I hold on you, little boy, I hold on you
Little boy, I hold on you, little boy, I hold on you

Ludacris:
I order all of ya to sit y’all ass down
I’m the winner by decision, y’all just missed the last round
Hear that bitch in the back, yeah that’s the fat lady singing
Dance with the devil get smacked by a demon
You can’t blame nobody else, it’s yourself that you do it
Jump to whoever hot, switching sides like a rubic cube
Y’all niggas triffling, you’ll never be a leader
Your life is worth what I made off a verse for Justin Bieber
I’m a force to be reckon with, drink for the heck of it
Stay at number one, ain’t for that coming all in second shit
Meanwhile, you niggas all in line, … do like Shaquile O’Neal
And tell me how my ass taste, I be ducking on these rappers
Tally up my flows, I be crossing over bitches
And alley up and hoes, I’ll be stealing all your glory
And shooting all your pride
What’s a record like, without a little luda on the side, nothing!

Little boy, I hold on you, little boy, I hold on you
Little boy, I hold on you, little boy, I hold on you

Twista:
Feeling like when the thunder come down when the sun crowd
Everybody better run now, should have got upon the cover somehow
Young cow, thinking you can murder …come now
Making it brief as a pelican, I’m a veteran
And you don’t want me turn you into a skeleton
Without a … second thought about a motherfucker better than
20 years… heat up in the sharpshooter…
While I’m out…
You the one about to end up as a victim if I ever catch you talking…
Better stop it, you need to go little boy…
Get the killers ready for the battle just in case a nigga wanna shoot
Get somebody… I don’t really think you knew what you was doing…
Because I’m too wild and true, better go little boy cause I’m too foul for you
This here is lyrical molestation, child abuse

Little boy, I hold on you, little boy, I hold on you
Little boy, I hold on you, little boy, I hold on you

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