One 50 - Bin Laden Death lyrics

rate me

Haha

This is the bitch shit you gonna feel nigga

I'm about to make it, I was born to make it

You know I'm gonna make it if you just can't make it

All you got to do now is to take the money

Get the best of honey with your rap format on your doormat

Liberia

I One 50

The streets is military, clap back the iron berry

I'm in the hood pulling the best of gangsta ropes

Kill the demons in the sheets, shit bang to seek

I drop the nine on the hollow tips

Long awaited wanted thug on the block

Karate motherfucker don't know how to work it out

I blow shit out of the bitch head

Still killing the rest of the stress haters

I came back with the gold plated AK

I got them begging me not to blaze shit

The dust gone busting, niggas die with their mouth open

Now let go back to the hood haters

I make shit blow bigger

Biggie Small used to tell me the trick of rap

Zip-zip, I got the haters doing hip hop

I slice flow like Stone Cole in the slope

One man, I got the shit melting the plastic

Reload the cops smuggle in the parking hustle

The streets is me, the hood is me

From bank to bank, I got it

Mark the last pistol on the full clips

Yeah, I ain't playing on this shit bitch

You can find me in the streets if you want

The streets thugs got my contacts

I'm coming, doing the stress honey like that

I fuck the visa story like Berry Harris

Drink all day and fuck a nice bitch

Hollow tips switch on your lips

I just don't jerk on the cops flash

My mind losing the bad motherfucker

Drive back and speed on the T. clips

Charles Taylor is in jail for bloodshed

In the bank they got the money bag

Yes, I was always there, oh drag

When you bombing

I am eating American dollars like rice

For bin Leden death

They kill themselves

Dress by dress

Me, One 50 don't stress

Why you don't go to America to jerk the blast on your ass

Mind you al-Qaida ah

America double rose stone don't give up niggas

I'm moving on my fingers like shit heat up

Some niggas ain't good in the booth but they getting money

Free take that honey

Camp the bitch cause her boyfriend is a drug freak

I say shit from my iron lips

Hollow tips in your bitch clips

I don't walk with Ulimo but Dlimo

Ghetto gangsta making the money sweat

I bet my champion straps for the trash

The backing track gone long before I heat it up

I'm saying the fact from my rap format

On your doormat I make it sound gangsta

You all know the act of a gangsta

LBDI, I can see the bloody bird

So many years money been dirty

Six after six, Jack was shots with the 38

Bitches breathing till the wind stop

Just hop up in the benz kilo

Momo Sama still winning bingo

Liberian rappers never go international

But I One 50, Liberia number one rapper

Flying platinum more than international

So fuck the best rapper dirty money

Still hustling for a nice ass pretty honey