Lyrics Last Stop - Nems

Last Stop

Yes, OK, Haha, Coney Island nigga, All day, The last stop
Yeah C.I.
til the day I die, Its A Murdafest niggas
Fuck Ya Life until the casket drops
We get money nigga, All about the cash the guap
You gonna keep talkin until your ass get popped
Im from Coney Island nigga thats The Last Stop
You ain’t hard they should call you Mr. Softie
Your bitch drank a chaulk fulla nuts, No coffee
The way I talk shit somebody should been offed me
But none of yall can hold me down, Nigga get off me
I tell a bitch beat it, You ask what it’s gonna cost me?
Look right in to that Michael knife, Cause a dealer tryin to polish me
I’m flossy, So belive that I pack lead
Niggas in your hood said your mother is a crack head
And yous a crack baby, You’ll get smacked crazy
This shit is over, Somebody call the fat lady
I’m a mack baby, Yeah a pimp homie
Walk the ave.
with that mother fuckin limp whoadie
Keep that thing on me, Whats cha think shorty?
I pay for nothing you gunther, You better bring a 40
You better bring a friend, Bitch you better bring some guap
You fuckin with NEMs baby, this The Last Stop
I get by, Get fly, While yall niggas get bummy
Listen, Selling m&ms on the train dont count as getting money
Dummy, Blow your fuckin skull and bones out your fuckin skully, Doney
Put on your gasp face, Cause it’s getting ugly
And i’m gettting hungry, So what the deal?
Cause right now that chain is looking like a three course meal
Your watch is dessert, My Glock is a flirt
That’ll push up on your face, Make the cops go bezerk
Now watch how I murk everything that I get on
I never see your ass in the hood, Nigga you dead wrong
It’s over when I get on, Get stepped on like concrete
My four fifth will leave a rapper noid, Call me Mobb Deep
C’mon chief, You don’t really want beef
Cause ill poke a hole the size of a knucle, Right through your moms cheek
Fucked like three bitches who thought I was Jon B
Sang em the same song, Busted a nut, I was gone, Peace