Lyrics:
on my mind
I just need you here
Is that such a crime
Imma go and live life
Imma keep you close
Right by my side
When it come to you
I don't check
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
like the vandal
I manhandle, emcees get murdered like tennessa
Or trapped in the bedroom with the Texas Chain Saw
Massacre one two three
they can live the dream
Of so called Americana
Mi español is slightly off
Proofread by my Cubana
With brain so good
She graduate Cume Laude
Pronto me
they can live the dream
Of so called Americana
Mi español is slightly off
Proofread by my Cubana
With b*** so good
She graduate Cume Laude
Pronto me
Herschelwood Click is so damn thick
Hoes on dick, that ain't shit, I hit the pussy and split
Peep this game of a real-live baller
Down in Texas watch the flexin'
I'm off the roof boss off the crew
If I take a loss you're taking two
I'm taking names that spells trouble for you
That went over your head make it
Lets run up some bands Im down to get it (down to get it)
Im after Millies cut off the phonys I thought was with me
I want that henny don't pour me no
[Chorus]
I’m just trynna make sure I
Ain’t the type of nigga let the days go by
Get it how I live it everyday so I
Stay up on my grind I can’t waste
two gats
Yo it's the P realistically speakin'
Get left leakin'
Reality bites back, I strike back, we even
You still breathin' make sure
His heart stop
a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day,
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
tight.
Do I get how I live, sometimes I don't get it right.
My gold and platinum plaques make you know what we did.
Have the whole world wonderin' what
fuego
A beast from the get go, you best know
They know me probably, the Lone Ranger, Kemosabe
Keep your cards close but show it proudly
You boast around
By All Means Necessary
Written, produced, directed, by Blastmaster KRS-One
Mixed, by DJ Doc
And now.. it's TIME.. to GET {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
BDP
Cash, yo, didn’t have, but he gotta get
He a man mama, stand back, pops couldn’t
Give a dough, shit
Couldn’t give a cat any want
Have a lot
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P
Let's get it
These haters just hating they ain't talking 'bout s***
I'm a grown a** man I flip my own ***
I don't need yo, help I can own my own ***
aint got time for no hoe
Watch me glow
My homie pio he know how this game goes he a pro and thats fo sho
Dont make me and my motherfucking crew bury you
you knew I was goin' to bust a move (brr)
I'm drippin' mud on my shoes, yeah, I got slatts by the twos
Put Chanel and Jimmy Choos, I don't play by
to concentrate on you
You can teach me lots of lessons
You can bring me lots of gold
But you just can't live in Texas
If you don't have a lot of soul
Leaving
goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA
it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA with your bae, chuck up the deuce
Feelin' like I
[Chorus: Cutty Cartel]
No I don't like calamari by and no I don't eat caviar
But you might catch me exquisit at the bar
You're the finest that I seen thus
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