GoldenEye 007 lyrics

[Intro]
Huh, yeah
b*tch I never gave a f*ck, n*gga
Go to the opps grave so I can take a p*ss on that sh*t, n*gga
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (on straight Murda sh*t, b*tch we ain't duckin get up with us)
Yeah, yeah, huh

[Chorus]
Hate this New York sh*t, I cannot find me none eat in Brooklyn
b*tch don't ask me sh*t, b*tch I don't know just know your heat is tooken
Got locked up with yo pole, you seen police why he didn't book it?
n*gga partna' been dead for a year, still ain't do sh*t, yeah he so pus*y
n*gga scared of this sh*t, everytime we pop out streets so shooken
We be fresh as f*ck, every time we pop out' we got every freak b*tch lookin
If I say some to her I bet I be in every freak b*tch pus*y
Let ruth try hold ya pole, she slimed him out cus' he so rookie
n*gga don't ever think you madder then me, Lil b*tch I beat on bullies
n*gga we dead for real we slapped the blanket sheet on fully
Customize my stick, I put a handkerchief on the cookie
Looked back I forgot big bro was bangin B's, on handkerchief on the bookie
Security said I couldn't bring this gun with me, said f*ck that sh*t so I snuck it
That young n*gga a easy lick, I seen his card so I pulled it
Gotta problem with taking n*ggas down, b*tch I still would if I couldn't
Rich as f*ck but I want his money, know damn well I would but I shouldn't
Come here with some sh*t that we don't got, we takin that sh*t we some hoodlums
Some n*ggas just don't deserve it and most of these n*ggas be pus*y
Think you too big to get beat up, I'll have lil bro nem na' hook em
12 think they tuff, hit them blues lights you know damn well that we shook them
Tried to up that lil-ahh blick, .762s knocked the heat out his hand
These so called "opps" don't be on sh*t, sometimes I think they be playin
Go up in the kitchen, I ain't got no Glock bet you get beat with a pan
She hate n*ggas like me, fly away after I skeet RB peter pan
069, 1017, but DST be the clan
Everybody know what that sh*t mean, but DSB be the brand
Gotta pay a fee to get next to me, you gotta pay G nem a grand
Hydrodip my 17. b*tch' you ever seen this b*tch tan?
Uh, huh
Try to stay away from half killers
All my killers got both feet in, no I can't f*ck with half n*ggas
If I can't get to em myself I bet that f*cking bag get em
Retarded n*gga behind the wheel by my respect I crash n*gga
[Outro]
Yeah, b*tch ass n*gga
Last n*gga played with this sh*t, I bet you his ass got hit up, n*gga
I ain't even gon' say to much, y'all n*ggas know what the f*ck goin' on
We gon' keep stepping on y'all b*tch ass n*ggas, stop playin
Yeah