Lyrics:
I got a fetish I like getting paid
Late night all black trying to make sum shake
Can't go to sleep money keeps on calling
Deep in the water Navy seal
days and cold nights all alone
I drift from bar to bar, here in lonely town
Just wishing you were here with me, come sundown
In Sundown the cafés
resolutions a hundred times
February, won't you be my valentine?
And we'll both be safe 'til St. Patrick's Day
We should take a ride tonight around
Wack-ass rappin' niggaz that say they sellin' keys,
And fuckin' hos, and smokin' a million blunts a day,
Shooting a hundred niggaz, and saying he walked
can't stay
I will not be there when the day comes
You decide to fly away
I have done this way too many times
Told a hundred, million lies
I left you, but
"What's good?"
And the butterfly told him one day
He gon' make him rich
And then they said something else
I don't remember what they said
But I think it was
You in danger at 16 with the beam
One in the chamber aimed at that 0 7
Got the chopper close by
Head bussa from the Bronx
Rep my city every night
games), no I don't play (I don't play)
Work all night (all night), work all day (all day)
And that's why I'm real (I'm real) and you fake (you fake)
I'm
out of a hundred
RZA, Chef, the Ghost and Nas, nigga is the prophet
Do it to 'em, baby
Yo, through the lights, cameras and action, glamour,
out of a hundred
RZA, Chef, the Ghost and Nas, nigga is the prophet
Do it to 'em, baby
Yo, through the lights, cameras and action, glamour,
combat, hand-to-hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage peak from the Green Berets
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One
the past left in the past you know im straight to the cash
Trappin all night all day
Used to zing in the hallways
Hardwork thats always
Grind out all
Spending nights in the bando, whoa
Told my nigga through the phone I got something in the oven cooking up
Know that's the lingo, whoa
Spending
momma
I might pull up wit a 100 rounds
For Osama
I been all up on my own I feel like Y.b. if you asking how I been
I been
I been getting money by myself
causing a boggle, boggling, the toggle, toggling to God, I got love in abundance in heavenly hundreds, consume me oh lord, I'm in love with your model
Gog
in the mattress
Now we put that in my safety deposit box
Bet yo last I'ma kill 'em, stack the cash by the ceiling
Two hundred on the dash, when I pass,
talk'n that bullshit
Dat shit u talk'n bullshit
Mane u on dat bullshit(bullshit)
I'm come'n gangsta mane (gangsta mane) all tha way
100 with it (100 with
like it was the first time
(Like the very first time)
Yo I've been here right here in them bold streets
Late nights tryna write mums sayin go sleep
at night, arrested by sheriff
Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to jail in your drawers
and all of this because his wife tried to put the knife to his balls
(Nick, you're stupid)
Yeah, they tryna ride the wave like a jet-ski (like a, uh)
Hundred bitches on my line tryna sext me (tryna sext me)
Yeah,
the cops come by, nigga
Hopefully it's not the day somebody dyin', nigga
I don't wanna see another mother cry
I don't wanna see another mother cry
Can we
Pick me a town in any clime
Where people like a rockin time
And stay awake both day and night
Till everybody's feelin good an' right
Then throw
wind me up tight, convertible nights with you
Oh, I'll give you romance, a hundred last chances too
Sometimes you make it impossible
But I wanna go
life, I damn near feel like Otis
Live by the gun, die by the knife, Glock on my hip, no holster
Up by the sun, down by the night, I swear the street
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