| Lyrics: | New York , word up , check it out,
wanna let yall know why we here tonight,
and all the
ladies, for real y'all throw it up,
word up, yo why we came tonight,
and all the niggas,
for real, word up,
this is real yo, why we here tonight,
it's on y'all, aiyo c'mon, word
up,
it's on y'all, yo son yo...
check this shit out,
this year niggas put up or
get out,
fore' i put the hit out,
have me smack shit out,
these bitch ass niggas,
it
make em all spit out,
blood and teeth,
yo what the fuck y'all want beef?
word up, I roll
heavily in my LX 470,
pull up at all the spots,
make my enemies remember me,
I jet from
the scene,
spliff in the sunset,
I get out ya friends and I ain't go for my gun
yet,
ain't no mystery,
or how I came to make history,
big up on behalf of all the niggas
that was missin me,
aiyo they feel around,
we laugh,
on how we devour guys,
shower
guys with lead,
show em where the power lies,
fuckin with Starang,
you ain't got a pot
to piss in,
can't stand the brain,
just another new edition,
taped up in the back of my
man's Expedition,
got you wishin you wasn't in this position,
now whether you live or not is
up to a Henny's say,
go ahead pop shit,
you gon' die anyway,
fucked up in the
game,
you wasn't fuckin with lames,
going against the brains like goin against the
grains.
Chorus:
Yo what's my mother fuckin name?
Big Will,
Hennyville,
aiyo
we shoot to kill,
and we won't stop until,
a nigga see a mill,
with a house on the
hills,
livin out in the burbs,
with his choice of full will.
Yo what's my mother
fuckin nam |
