Lyrics:
Yea.....that's right
Hardy Boys shit...uh huh
Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga
Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, Yea
Yo, yo he got his
MANY WAYS
25 YEARS BUT THAT CHANGES TODAY
I KNOW THAT I GOT IT
I FOUND IT I HAVE IT
THE KEY TO THE SWITCH
I IGNITE IN THIS BITCH
4,3,2,1 YO
could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin' by on them
on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first
25 years less a day.
Here I stay.
Having been found guilty of the charge of first degree
murder by a jury of your peers,
you are hereby sentenced
body (Nah)
Jeezy my muthfuckin' real nigga
Can't forget Quan and Yo Gotti
Buck took me in, in '04
Let me come sleep in his house
Gave me the keys
Won't fit them all
Some energies dem evil in disguise
Tricked them all
If I wanna bring 25 MCs out
I'll bring them all
See energies floating by
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
be the reason that
My life was ruined, too
Bitch, I hope this fate change you
By prey this fate claim you
How is Justin a real Driverand you
Ain’t see
to raise my children
Top got no ceiling, Yo Gotti
Nigga Meek Milly, counted my first million
That's when my whole life changed, I pledge allegiance
Aight, yo[00:10.10]My entire life I've been defined by a scar on my chest[00:12.98]It's a line, it's a mark, it's a crest[00:15.02]I tried
blood sweat and tears
And thirty years for years, extort niggas and drink beers
Tired of livin life this way, crime pay
But for how long till you reach
of bloody-minded men
May I exit from this life by the icy wind of death
My chances of escaping are at 25 percent
26 years on this planet and I'm struggling to handle
Nigga did 25 years over Phone time that’s a long time to be tryin to ride out
Pickin up my phone like “Meet me at the hideout”
Caus
Nigga did 25 years over Phone time that’s a long time to be tryin to ride out
Pickin up my phone like “Meet me at the hideout”
Caus
[Irv Gotti talking]
Nobody cares
Trouble's like a cancer, you gotta get it early
You don't get it early it gets to big, it kills you
Nobody cares
infrared nigga, dead eye
Aimin' at the sky's limit, jumpin' in, we all in it
The good life, tryin'' ta live it
Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz
and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Field marshals, elites and the chief
Soldiers we better take heed and realize
Signs of the times, stand by yo 9,
Watch out
the yay-yo couldn't get the money back
[Capone]
So where you at?
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Meet me uptown, by the polo ground
Strapped with the vest, plus I
the fuckin' rhyme-sayers
They make it up as they go along
But I'm goin' on 25 years strong
The shit I say might get you through the day
Or change your whole
packs out the
Van like Poetic Justice
Fuck it, hatin' me last year was last year
On Twitter, "Oh, he cancelled
" now I'm back here double stacked
he killed that bitch, they
Gave him 25 years, 25 years
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
One of them type of ballers on the same level as Gotti
So all you tenders, it's all to the good
So page me on the under and I'll creep through yo' hood
tell mi seh badness no muss pay
Mi seh dada mi no care
Suh mi bad from the first day the first week
The first year
If yo dis yo affi pay like a bus fear
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