Lyrics:
the fuck out
Niggas get dropped the fuck out they boots, violatin' families rules
Motherfucker stay in your shoes!
Now see what you need to do, is chill
around
Told myself that after y'all moved that I'd be a fuckin' fool
To be livin' by the street rules
Fuck police tattoos, that happens when you ditch
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
Why do all my friends now want to be your lovers?
Your family got bigger when they thought you were rich
And now like maniacs
They scratch your
Young g we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
Cause we family for better or worse, you and I
From the dirt, you
Baby, baby
Now Puff rule the world even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies cum (yeah)
Get 'em all strung from the tip of my
Why do all my friends now want to be your lovers?
Your family got bigger when they thought you were rich
And now like maniacs
They scratch your
I'm that nigga
(Ceeo, turn that beat up)
Oh, Glizock
Paper Route 5L, nigga
Yeah, cutthroat La Familia, nigga
It's a family, not a gang
It's not
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines (talk to 'em)
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make
Hurby the producer ain't no joke
He always makes sure the beats are dope
When I explore, I take you down to the core
Wanted by the FBI as a wicked
dealers
All in the same light now you're like
"Is this what God's handing me?"
Take it and run, son
You're feeding your family
Flash the heat and you speak
think it's with
The Devil I'm dancing i don't blame em'
They probably ain't had to bury they family
And raise kids they just see
Me here winning this
too.
pressure by the cops now .&niqqas haten on ya do .
see i aint step on no toes to get here .
this hard work . young'n gotta flow. the shit's clear.
I don't need none
Play it by the rules, took some let some
Once was behind bars, now I'm a All Star
Outlaw to idol, takin all the titles
Whole
Learnin' my way by street schemes,
Cream, Cash Rules Everything Around Me,
But I learned not to hound the money, but let the money hound me,
[Chorus]
show em what cam about
We be tripping on the family tree can't stop from branching out
It's eight pm in AZ We looking for the Ladies
Out at west gate
locked in i'm asking where the days went
My girl asking me to take a vacation
Niggas played cool but they really hating
Live by the code and the rules I'll
a queen licking all the scars on my back
New rule you don't fuck with me I don't fuck with you
Family or not you either family or not
I got many friends
family callin my kin
I shoulda known by the hatin and fakin that you was just following trends
Ain't ask for nada when you fucked up in a bend
Just do this
the whole world hears
I'm saved not soft don't get it confused
God got me every time that I move
Moving in silence is part of the rules
God got His hands
that
I just wanna be with you
Not how they tell us to
There's no manual to read
Let's choose to live it freely
Make it how we wanna be
Be our own family
getting that paper by any means
We keepin' it lit for the family tree
Me and Big K making history
We got the slaps
And thats a fact
I'll slow it down
If I Fall
by Cliff Soon
if i fall on the field of battle
bringing hope to some distant land
to free a people living under tyranny
bring me home
you really feel
For the first time in a decade I feel real
Move on, we can no longer escape, but
Life is beautiful, so make the rules and play it day by
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