Lyrics:
fucked it out
We don't even care what it cost
We real bosses
We gon' spin that shit, 'til we get exhausted, look
Nine-fifty, yeah
I done ran through
niggas, he play, I'ma up it, nigga
They don't want no smoke, we gon' roll 'em, they know we fire shit up
They just want the prices, we got it, this shit
She keep it a whole hunnid (a whole hunnid)
I know if shit go down then she gon' always keep it G, yeah
She keep it a whole hunnid
Yeah, she love
they repaired
That's just how it is ain't finna cry about what's fair
Shit that I be doin' it make it hard to sleep (it'll make it hard to sleep)
in them bricks
The life I never had I gave my kids
I swear you don't know what I did to see this shit, yeah
Bitch, I'm proud of me, bitch, I'm
storm
Held it up, dawg
He know he close
It's too late to jump ship (Hey)
Aw, damn! Aw, damn!
You that motherfucker shit
I know
This here became
so blind?
What goes around
Comes back around in time
You don't know shit
You don't know shit about me
You don't know shit, shit, shit
Don't
there's shots in the air
And I could give a fuck about your top ten hit
'Cause I ain't bendin' my ass over for shit, trust it (c'mon)
Aye yo, cars
It's bad enough we limit us, we all criminals
And I woulda said they but this shit mental dude
The system been designed for self don't let it get
the mud
You know what the fuck it is, I ain't got a fuck to give
I ain't got a buck to give, the niggas on that sucker shit
Got me on my '93, Wu,
now
See me in the trenches even though my shows packed out
Nigga made a living off this gangsta shit I rap bout
Motherfuck every single police
tha shit
(That's my attitude)(Yeah)
(That's my attitude) (Yeah)
(That's my attitude)
I feel like I run this shit
(That's my attitude)
Money
Uh, uh, Hustle Gang nigga
Fuck you sayin' fool
(?) bitch !
Three, this shit dope
Bitch I'm hot but the whip cold
(?) they limber
And got
happenin'
Get ready for the funky ass shit
>from the muthafucka that just don't quit
Guarantee the rag top the trunks on the bitches
Makin' niggas lock up
Hey, what's up, shit
It's Willie D
A.K.A. Gangster of Love
Oh, me? I'm a Scorpio
And, uh, you know what they say about Scorpios
Who Ak?
Akinyele?
Yeah, he came to London
I took him around and shit
He was nice
I was gonna fuck him, yeah I really was gonna fuck him
But I
Watch, Chain, Money, Earings, Fuck
To all them niggas in the street that I sticked and bucked
When you see me don't say shit to Ruck
To all my bitches in
the Sopranos
I had to season that chicken like Dan-O's
Shit we don't speak on, all you need to know is
When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled
I got
this shit all night (do your thing, do your thing)
I ain't to proud to let you know, girl
I'll sing this shit all night (I'll sing this shit all night,
We Some north side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some south side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some east side niggaz and we runnin this shit
want beef, capisce (haha)
Smokin' on tree, hashish (yow)
She said, "No, don't leave"
Baby, I'm oh-so green (what's that shit 'cause it better not be)
attention to a nigga who ain't got shit (never)
Everybody lookin' at me, all eyes on me I been on some Pac shit (all eyes on me)
Money, power, and I got
Yeah, what up shot? Ain't shit, my nigga
It's that shit right here know how we do
Let me get some of that drank
What you got in that bag, nigga?
to God nigga)
Bro we gon' make it one day, yeah
(hey Lil Baby we gon' make
It out this shit nigga)
We gon' make it one day, yeah
(you can bet the house
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