Lyrics:
as well be dead.
One, get a knife or a gun. Two, get some name brand shoes.
Three, by some jnco jeans. Four, buy some more.
Five, talk like a gangsta. Six,
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
tell by my flow, been a menace since birth
My wrist got a clock, and it’s time to do work
The ticking don’t stop, ‘til I’m done being first
Lil N****
side had it
Tim was into the flashing, sold him sour and caskets
It's systematic, every Thursday night he would re-up
Navy blue Infiniti tinted,
up on 7th street in Mansions they inherited
1800 and in step the du Ponts
Irenee du Pont was fleeing the war in France
he made the jaunt cause
your whole family
It's your decision
Three to the head, three to
The body for gang, they know wе did it
The charm twenty, but the Rolliе was plain
Cost
A pleasure cruise for VIPs
To show what she could do
Three hundred sixty deadly feet
Of silent, stealthy steel
An L.A. class fish of war
A black and slippery
on my face
And keep looking up
to the blue sky
9 to the 8, I feel so great
7 to the 6, need my hair fix
5 to the 4,
what you waiting for?
3, 2 and 1!
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
We gon' send that boy up, he scared of heights
Back on the block, we rollin' dice
Girl, if you tryna fuck,
move
He get turned into a spliff (Grrah)
And Say, he got lined by a bitch (What else?)
He thought he was fuckin'
Until he seen crips
And I heard they
stop
Sideways in the drop, pour lean like bar
I must confess I's a G by far, Lil' ole Trae, riding blue over gray
While swinging wild like my name Roy
swang, ya saw crawlin
Ha, money talks, if you not talkin, then stop callin
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire - imitating Z-Ro]
Try me just one time, I show you
FACTORY BLUES
I’ve been here since seven this morning
Long before my brain is alive
it takes at least three cups of coffee
just to get me feelin’
Have seen them raise an eye, I'm comin' home
Seedy and crawlin', seven years or more
Now you know where I'm goin'
A beautiful shade of blue and pale
any sense. he's the hustler on the train. or his four accomplices, living on three tattered playing cards and slight hand. he's darron in front of 7
Creep like centipedes, snatch stacks up from silly men
Cursed by the wicked gin, keep peepers blue-fenced
To my nested kin, I leave some Japanese
[master p]
Damn, these niggas ain't come with that shit there man
Check this out
[master p]
See I'm a g on the grind 24/7
Don't give a damn if I
Verse 1: Pastor Troy
These niggas asking how I choose to die
Just like a muthafucking G is my only reply
Hi 7, Mac 11 with the shoulder slang
Crank
for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for girls and four for boys
Five for silver
Six for gold and
Seven for a secret never to be told
There's a bird that nests
Well, hello there. My name is Evan
My current age equals ten plus seven
But in a month, this will not be
And this song will be on my new EP
Now, I'm
give
Shawty she a 10, I’m a minus 3, we a perfect 7
Me and lil shawty, we getting rich, hop out the coupe
All of these shawtys be looking so jealous
They
The widow stopped by his office one day
Said Mighty Gwen
Are you ready to play
I've buried seven husbands
They all loved me well
I sucked their
we would part our ways
While u part ur braids
And I'm draining 3's but don't celebrate
Coz u ain't there cheering at my game
So with a w I'm still
don't wanna see you blue
Fall back anytime, don't wanna not have you
6, 7, 8, 9... do you wanna meet?
We can do it in the backseat, we can do it
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