Hotel - Cuban Link

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