Lyrics:
round offs
We can show these niggas how to live it
I be with vultures, dare em, try to rob me, I got four 9s and they came with' switches
High speeds, we
cool stuff
To remember and cherish
To build and embellish
A sense of a better future that's not too far out of reach
A whole lotta hopes, a whole lotta
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
it)
All my four pockets full, got a fifth pocket on cabbage (yeah)
All eyes, doin' five runts for a drive by in that Caddy'
Yeah, yeah, tryna keep
my fours up for the four (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just leave the door unlocked, I'm in the trap, my mama know (ha)
Still stealing out the store,
Cheeks, Freaky Tai
Pretty Pretty Lu, Spiggy Spig Nice Say
Chorus-
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4
queens rise
Don't be afraid to try, too many of us die
For the door to open wide
My brothers speak wise
Stay focused on the prize
Though everybody dies
I
of gun fire
Will not retire til I'm paid
Turn the base up higher
When we ride, we fly by
Bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
On get
[Jay]
One two, one two, and I say
I go by the name of Jam Master Jay
And the Hollis Crew, we here to stay believe that
[D.M.C.]
Hey, as we let
your breastplate, meet ya death date
Rook down a E4, look, it's checkmate
No other way to describe a catastrophe
The plan was drawing blood and displayed
you
I was recreated by you
And now i must simply be here
I try to make you stay
But just like every other moment
You’ve gone away
The instant i try
three, four, five, six.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
Remember, the "four, five, six" is in place.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
One, two, three,
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you
high, strung, thug nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane, give a fuck 'bout the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass, so
You
I can't wait for the nights with you (with you)
I imagine the things we'll do
Ain't nothin' plain on me, nigga, four chains on me
I ain't
They crushed him snuffed the life all out of his body
He had friends a Benz with rims by Gotti
Guys wanted to beat him, girls wanted to greet him
doesn't feel the same
Remember,
The warmth of,
Days gone by.
I might just pour up a four
For you
I heard you did it before
Yeh tell the truth
Niggas getting killed by their own ties
Its givin me noose
I had
of the metro
I knew that n*gga was gon lie me from the get go
You kept it real I never thought that you would change on me
You had them n*ggas try to come
All of my niggas they know that I love em
I run this shit up with all of my brothers
Same ones nigga day ones
The ones that was round when I ain’t
Never take a L, bitch, I'm a born winner
Kill you if you run up, I'm a sure sinner
Eat this beat up, so hungry I need like four dinners
We in a Trackhawk,
people try to come up off me
But you won't get no money from me
N**** nah! Nah!
Yeah! That's what's up!
This your boy Smokey 4-6
Not fourty six
Remember
my brother's crib (Grrah hee)
And if we see em on the mains
That's fire on the mains (Huh fire on the mains)
Got a little three-two concealed in my
living like the superstars (like superstars)
I got my people living like the superstars (like superstars)
I remember when I was tryna get it by my own
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