Lyrics:
but I'm cruisin' down Collins
With my pistol in my pocket, a lil' bad bitch from college
I'm getting head in my drophead, feeling like I'm bulletproof
im gone still be wit ya
Say Que a nigga miss ya and I miss ya peeps (Chicago man)
Who help started this vibe that made you leave the streets
What up
got a name in these streets bitch it ain't no secret you know how I'm comin
I told lil brody don't get out the car don't worry bout what I'm doing just
uh, uh)
Hit her from the back with her heels on, uh
(Uh)
I do what I want, I do what you don't, yeah
(I do, I do this shit, nigga, for real)
That ice
God, we on the bless docket
Aunty got cancer, my little cousin, he on Crime Stoppers
I don't know what you know, but all I know is what I learned
learnin' street lessons
From the mastermind, first you master grind
Then your team catch it
This time is for the money, I don't need credit
And I
Hustle all night nigga can't sleep yeah
Slide threw the hood I the back streets
Getting lil pussy that backseat yeah
Getting lil pussy that backseat
Nigga I'm up in this mf
Fresh n clean just like some linen wipe me down
Like I'm boosie
My life got commentators
Hella haters
Double groupies
Oh you
'm strapped from the balls that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days
I
'm strapped from the balls that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days
I
dumb (huh?)
I buy what I want, nigga, you know I got the funds
Don't make me spank that ass, lil' nigga, 'cause you my son
I ain't gotta go
Stop and watch me baby just like that
Lil baby from the westside
And he know I get it poppin' that's on site
Pretty bitch slim thick that's his type
they forehead like uzi
Kicked out of class, imma badass like boosie
Keys to the streets like a letter from Lucci
Bitch I ain't no fool
I still do this
time I do it better just because
[Nas]
Yall know what it is
The streets named me Illmatic but yet I'm still at
Yeah haters
[Verse 1: Nas]
soon as they done with mine
They say i try to hard, verses overwhelm
I learned most of this, from niggas sittin' in jail
Where you think im from? I
a freak (yeah), she gon' eat with my Pateky on
I came from the streets, she know I'm G, what she wan' sex me for
Iced out all my P's, down to my C's, put
nights
I feel like I never even lived to begin
Who am I? I should end it
What do you want from me
I can never make you happy
I'm sorry but it's all I can
niggas? (I don't know)
They in the feds, they gone, I put my life in this song
Man, what happened to my real niggas? (Damn)
Homie, just feel my pain,
like that
Make them bitch fine hoes shake they bootie like that
21 row scrap wit lil' boosie it like that
Play mad games wit me
I'll do ya like that
What I gotta do is let y'all
Niggas know I am the nicest
Once upon a crime, someone who
Was once fragile, innocent
And pure was suddenly corrupted
a hundred
Not no thousands talking M's that's what I wanted
Manifesting when I speak so that's what I'm gonna
I was pushing P's before Gunna
On the Brad with
presence
No matter what they say bout Boosie, I been a legend
I don't back down, I don't play around man ask somebody bout me
I been a leader since
teacher
I taught him a lesson
Straight from the Chi
Lil bitch I'm that guy
who am I?
I'm the one
I'm him no more question
Grew by the streets
I grew out
streets
Nigga, I probably can't get no peace
Can't even go to sleep
Catch a nigga, put his ass to sleep, what?
Huh? Lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me
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