Lyrics Hotel - Cuban Link

Hotel

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
you scurred
new york wats poppin
you scurred
i know u scared bitch
man next time ya’ll come
ya’ll better bust sumthin
South south Bronx
so ya want to come to my hotel and ruin my after party
guess the niggas u was wit didnt know me well
they tried to roll up on me like i’m nobody
so next time u come to my hotel
and try to cop a plea then holla at me
then i’m gonna blast somebody
and have all ur loved ones mournin
now u can catch me in a hotel or a motel up in the winterhaven
if ur crew keeps acting up
nigga i’m gon smoke your friend
now on the real why yall niggas frontin
ya’ll dont realy want nothin
ya’ll was just stuntin hard like
ya’ll grew hard all of a sudden
frontin like ya was gunnin
when ya wasnt bustin nothin
i seen it comin
you must have thought i was tryin to duck em
like i was scared of sumthin
son i been prepared for huntin
ever since i bear my cuttings
nigga i aint scared of nothin
i’m shuttin ya down ya niggas aint nothin but clowns
fuck around ya gon end up stuffed in the ground
runnin around like ur the largest pinga
when u got the heart of cringa
you fallin off somebody holla timber
Fat joe is pussy
macho is pussy
raul is pussy
terror squad is pussy
tony is pussy
armageddon is pussy
ya know what it is
so ya want to come to my hotel and ruin my after party
guess the niggas u was wit didnt know me well
they tried to roll up on me like i’m nobody
so next time u come to my hotel
and try to cop a plea then holla at me
then i’m gonna blast somebody
and have all ur loved one mournin
yo yo
i’m up in room 112 where the playas dwell blazin a 'l'
one on one aint no way in hell i’m takin a l
we can take it frim the lobby to the in front of the tel
get locked by babylon and face off in a cell
aint no referees to stop me from breaking ur grill
so brace urself papi u aint gettin saved by the bell
i’m in my hotel wit real niggas straight out of jail
so if i blaze i know well that ya snakes gon tell
i dont ned no help for ya crabs i crack ya whole shell
its sad ur still grabbing onto Pun’s coat tail
u mad cause u whack and ur albums wont sell
if u lying then u buying ur rhymes at wholesale
oh well do what u gotta do cause i’ma do what i’ma do
dont worry botu no charges becasue nigga i aint tryin to sue
i’m like the prodigal seen throughout the chronicles
readin to get inside of u cheating to try to hide the truth
lyrics will body u and end ur career
dont pretend for ur peers i remember ur fears
kay slay is pussy
khaled is pussy
cool and dre pussy
i know u pussy
they know u pussy
the streets know u pussy
its okkkk cause i dont care bout what ya say
ya can block and playa hate cause i’ma make it anyway
and its alright if ya niggas wanna fight
you could scoop me from behind and we can get it on in front of the hotel