Lyrics:
Baby, you down, need to bless up
Gotta watch how you address us
Playing no games, no dress-up
I got an idea
'Less you wildin' out in my hood, dawg
seed, plus
Teeter-totter, caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama, screamin' on her, too much
For me to wanna stay in one
seed, plus
Teeter-totter, caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama, screamin' on her, too much
For me to wanna stay in one
from Osama Bin Laden
Lil' nigga he signed this shit (straight up)
I'm 4L Gang, if you reach for my chain
Then a nigga gon' die in this bitch (on God)
a 'Rari
Pull up in the big body
Valet had to double park it
I'm covered in Versace
I'm Fresh prince, these niggas Carlton
Flexin' through the projects
Them
a 'Rari
Pull up in the big body
Valet had to double park it
I'm covered in Versace
I'm Fresh prince, these niggas Carlton
Flexin' through the projects
Them
bank to the big bank
All y'all could do was watch
I need that code to the safe
You got dollars I got commas
I'm a beast up in this game
Bruh You stay
want to get caught up in any of that
Funky shit goin' down in the city
Big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh, oh big ol' jet airliner
Throwing six like Kareem
Bitch I'm ballin out the league
Man I gotta feed the team
Getting rich by any means
Fuck a rat
Chase the cheese
Smoke some
but I've seen a lot of niggas die
Richmond, California the town of the homicide
got me caught up in a shuffle
sellin crack to my people,
This is the Vmix! How big said it
When the Rémy's in the system
Well I got a 60 clip on me
Like an AK in my pocket, bitch
Get money
Or should I
need me a bitch before it turn ten, uh
I'ma need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in
Ridin' around town and I'm downtown
Big boy gat, I don't
the love of Christ Love is no big deal
I gotta be with someone that can Love me that much
A ride or die watching the clouds Roll by
I like to watch
I lived for these moments with you
Inside, Harley sit's in front of
The Joker in a
Straitjacket as she takes something
From her purse what do you got?
moment of silence and
I let go of his shirt
I started to think that maybe I'd
Made some kind of big mistake
I tried to walk out onto the platform
But by
you ridin' in a Wraith
'Cause it's a stick up
Pay me what you owe me, that and then some
It's a stick up
Never dodge the smoke 'cause we got big guns
can't even hold palm in their hands
Pull up in that bassline snatch you up with these hits
Tie you up with my lyrics
Now you're abducted by this shit
Disguise
You tried to cover that shit up by acting like you was supporting me out can't deny
I knew that shit was a lie
I wrote this part for the boys in
(skurr)
We up in the spots with the status
No way we'd take no for an answer
Big billis yeah yeah we tapped in
Big billis yeah yeah we tapped in
Man
not, brrrr
Yeah, tell 'em it's the ROC
In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks
I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
I did
you'll probably find gold and probably get rich
Greater He that's in me than He in the world that why it's flip
I just took me a trip the world is too big
put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van drove by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the past
I seen
Up all night can't sleep
I just popped two beans
Stacking up bread im tryna get rich
Need my cash by any means
Told this lil hoe come suck my dick
don't need no gun
But it's the 90's and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in
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