Lyrics:
If I writ it, it’s a write off
We ain’t in da same category
I’m wit P
Malicy
Touch down it’s gravity
Serious on JME shit
We ain’t ever on parody
2
rolled
Get high than i lay low
If a pussy hatin
We’ll give your mans halo
Stacking up my pesos
2 Lines in the faygo
Marijane my main hoe
Just chillin
we Brick layers, Na Na slayers
Don't play I coach and pick players
In Da Bricks, get your shit popped locked and stolen
Step back I'm holdin',
we Brick layers, Na Na slayers
Don't play I coach and pick players
In Da Bricks, get your shit popped locked and stolen
Step back I'm holdin',
bitches
I fuck the baddest bitches
I get the cash and I flip it
I get the weed and mix it
Sending shit back
True story no cap
This shit get deeper
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
to go after B
And I still smash on C
I got two fifth on me
Like the quarterback of the cheese
I'm in the field, no cleats
Breakin' that seal by the P
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
Yo, live nigga advocate
Renaissance B-Boy
2 by 4 flow, but I could never be bored/board
I'm takin' out you posers and you decoys
She like, "Tay,
(Ouu Pyrex got that heat)
BIRD
Oh yeah I did that, your main bitch, I hit that
Got a pack and flip that, yeah yeah I did that
Mmh
I came up for
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When
behind.. ‘hind
I could show you but you too fried
Me I’m old school, got any vibe
Tell ‘em step aside
Paint colour candy, flossy as I like
Loud by the red
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Think twice before yo brain hang
I'm from the hood gotta make sure that my section ate
I be by myself who in my section 8
Watch ya step can't fall these
[Eggs]
I, I think it's by Sasha Universe or somethin'?
[Xain]
Oh mate, you got any Jakarta?
[Billy]
Oh mate, do you know Synth and Strings?
[Adam]
Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
Busta Rhymes
Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC
When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.
Niggaz and bitches
The vibes all up when i'm feeling good,
All of the bro's wanna get out the hood
The years go by it's crazy,
Summer time feels and get's so brazy
to got me losing blessings
GOD said he'll take the next two steps if I take the first (I did)
But in it to pick and sellin the spur
From under my feet,
and Tanqueray
Stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get hunnies familiar with the smile again
Some try to assault
taking two steps back
One step forward, then you're taking two steps back
Is it a mix or my phyic been all different
My thearapist ain't listening
Maybe 2
Naw for real I be doing what I do
But everyday I still be living by the rules
Lemme take y'all back to school
Rule 1 is
Never fold
Never snitch
If
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