Lyrics:
a nigga die?
Getting shot by my nine
Verse 1: Young Noble
Hey yo
Who want to fuck?
Who in the truck?
Who in a rush?
Who in the cuffs?
Nigga, who
Verse 1:
It's been a while since I seen you smile
It's been a minute since I been up in it
But who can say, the sky's the limit
I seen a pretty bad
wherever I go buy all hydro
Lie low so I don't get harassed by five-oh
Used to be in the red star, gettin' my head slobbed
from the old school hoe that
Erick Sermon
In a flash I be the E, cat 'n mouse and cash
Not many ballin' niggaz out there, can touch my style!
Or touch the S-class, the 5-00 sittin'
I have the cash
Still vice, still try, still slap you in past
For anybody catch and body all west
She is probably shit, niggas mad, vice,
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Hmm, hmm, hmm, huh
I can't fall in love, please don't ask me, huh (please don't ask me)
Run it up and never
me beat it, though
When she ask me to eat it
I told her, take it or leave it, ho
'Cause this pimping shit in my bones
Million cash on my mind,
Boo]
Bitch you know I'm lookin good, on the block posted up
Icy white reeboks throwin Triple Six up
In the air I don't care, you see Billboards playa
He's the reason I'm on this mic
The color of life is black we juss hide in the white
Hustler heart despite the lies
I'm chasing the light
My life fell
grabbing his coffin
Will he fall or carried by the Lord wings
Absorbed in all the evil, that we do as the youth
So we, teach 'em the truth, you, teach 'em
poster (yep) dipping in and out of traffic
While we testing the road so, my president black but
That?s a wall on my colors (more power) no flights
with cops
Different shots in different places
See traces of body parts
Why you wanna start, black?
Reactions are fatal
Heads rock like cradles
These
benton, say hello to the Lochness Monster
In a black suburban tea baggin' a fat virgin
Hold still bitch, or else this gas squirtin'
I'm fighting these
on some ski shit
You really think that rap a job, nigga?
Come over here, black boy, my AK in Cobb
Nigga then fuck it, 4, we already locked in
Let's go rob
with you
Who get rid of it, keeping your mouth shut
Stuck in a rut
All I ever needed was a big fat butt
In my face, and a little bit of cash
Everything
at drink ups, letting off handting's
Side by side in the ride, no ramping, that's five guys with chings, ay, crampings (ching)
I play too much Black Ops 2
place
Cross the bay bridge rollin' with Dre and we blaze
A chronicle, 30 of Kush up in the optimo
We roll trees by the bush when we rock a show
The (?)
cant Talk Peace Until Everybody is Equal
We at odds till We Even
I Die for What I Believe In
Why Not cause they killing Us off for No Reason
You can
Cruisin like we on the ocean
I'm really with it that's devotion
I told her to leave by the morning
My building got a hundred stories
Pull up in
like tax return
Got passed that life like ash in urn
Walking dead so cash concerned
Red dot'cho death bed mattress firm
Gods and Kings stairway to G's
like tax return
Got passed that life like ash in urn
Walking dead so cash concerned
Red dot'cho death bed mattress firm
Gods and Kings stairway to G's
Ayy, you know it's me, I'm poppin' out, I'm sittin' right here on the beat
On my florida, this shit, I'm poppin' off, In L.A. views, but i still see
the Mid-Autumn Festival
You got it
我们神出鬼没像黑蝙蝠
We're elusive like a black bat
你的歌我左耳进右耳出
Your songs go in one ear and out the other
Ride around town 开起I8 我去演出
Now the same hoes tryna distract you
Be the same ones I can't get back to
That cash I'm running fast to, I cut them off by track two
These niggas be
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