Lyrics:
Who that is
Get that money get that money what we do
Get them hoes then we fuck em by the twos
Rolling up right now I'm high off edibles
Hit my line
You little dummy
You need to stop talkin' shit
You got nerve, I give you credit
To think you hang
But brother we're not all in the same gang
The punks,
don't mean jack (chill, chill)
To a brother from down the hill
Back track with a rap that remains funky
(Hmmm, and it's ugh)
Back in the day, y'all, I
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
spark the Philly
So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked-
Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness
shit
Nigga try to kill my fucking brother
Well you tried
Said you was a loyal nigga
Bitch nigga you lied
Running in ya crib hoe
We don’t care who die
I
write down the line
I give sight to the blind, I'm
Comin through with the click
Whattcha gonna do when shit gets thick
gonna start your runnin
to mine
In the pitch black, it's too cold
I'm all alone, take me back to the roads
I had to roam to get here and I'll hitch back
Get a cab to my
On Gang,
Know you fucked up, you crossed that line
You wasted time
How the fuck you say that you my brother
But not front line
Put the blame on me
I was born one-three, one-ten, in a world of oppression to a - 26 years old
Momma had to take me to the lectures
22 years young
What a blessing
Man,
I was born one-three, one-ten, in a world of oppression to a nigga 26 years old
Momma had to take me to the lectures
22 years young
What a blessing
Larr, third least not last
A cool brother by the name of Gas
Phase Brothers made you get loose
They was down with a brother called Cousin Bruce
They
fate, God say be patient for that
Man all I got is my gangster, better not go playing with that
Anything get taken for real, my fault we takin' in back
I keep a ooter by my side
If he run up then he don't love his life
Loosing niggas lately
I tell my brothers that I love 'em twice
Demons in my sleep
this for my brother soon to get released
I do this so my family believe in me
And my future kids can look back on what I've achieved
This is real life
world disorder
Get ready for the new, Get ready for the new
A new line of demarcation to redefine new borders
Get ready for the new
Pawns in the chess
you accept the charges, if not hang up
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box,
together
So come on now and get up to it y'all
The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' venom out his body wit' the dopest flows
And wonder why the line's
hedgehogs in the front line
Storming the Normandy with my brothers in arms
Though I am not bulletproof
I'm one of the lucky few who
Managed to break through
a million offa users.
Car and the money the same color of mucous,
Go get it his self they call 'em ghetto Frank Lucas.
Cocaine,
He got it by the boulder,
you" to the people in the building
For helping me build the empire that I'm still building
Diddy said a rapper only gets five years, we doubled that
She did go
She got my jokes
Sit why we win
Go by the sin
Get high, get quick
Get bopping on a stick
Hollywood
Shake by go
Get barking
start bashing
They throwing them grenades just to get them all in line
C.O said ya'll better stay down or I'ma start breaking them spines
They said
a ready to go, he jumps in
His pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishin' line strung across the Louisiana River
Got to catch a big fish for us
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