Lyrics:
What they talkin 'bout, Puff?
They ain't talkin 'bout, nothin
Oh this the moment they feel ya?
We back on our get down
You see what it is
So lay down,
you niggas seen
Money getting big like look what I got up
You ain't seen that, drop, chain stay icy, bitch I stay hot
Yeah, I'm truth, that's what
out my heart, have a drink
They say the drunk never lie, they ain't never lyin yea
My country tis of thee,
Sweet land of kill 'em all and let em die
you all night long
The only thing that I've been hoping for
Is before you to go to work babe, we get it on
I ain't tryin' to make you blush
But I
I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser
Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher
It's all there, papa, you ain't even got
down by Avalon
And I will show you
It ain't why, why, why
It just is.
Would you meet me in the country
Can you meet me in the long grass
In
Shaken on her shoulder, shaking on her arse
Ain't no doubt about it she's a gamey lass
Jerking with her elbow, clever with her knee
Way she move
This is the life, this is the life
Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin' the dro from robbin'
This is the life, this is the life
Keep shit
You ready?
Naw, you ain't ready (no you ain't ready)
I mean ready for us
You know you want me like a new pair of shoes
Ooh uh, this could be us
It’s what it is baby, straight biz baby
We ain’t kids baby
We get down like that
It’s what it is baby, straight biz baby
We ain’t kids baby
We
Ain't no one stop me, yo
I comes from the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto
Where all of my niggas, where all of my niggas
And all of my niggas will roll up in
It Was Written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 oz
And move it, I'm a hustler, baby
I'm a hustler, baby
My mind on the money, I ain't tripping
Yea
[Geda K]
Yea... Yea..
It's Get Low and the ROC ain't a click out touchin'em
Doe doublin b**** n****s not discussin'em
Block tick rabbit when
you living an illusion, living in a used one
while I'm in the Limited, cruising
You ain't really got a crew son
You giving them amusement, fuck what
Crackers is out with Cactus Albums, blackness is in
African symbols and medallions represent Black Power
And we ain't know what it meant, me and my man
and the prosecutor (fuck you!)
And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (fuck you!)
Fuck all y'all
'Cause I'm out on motherfuckin' bail
Y'all ain't never gonna
the hood to the burbs
I'm on the red carpet 'cause I'm good with my words
I'm ready for war and stackin' my chips, you flappin' your lips
You niggaz ain't
hollerin' "Dear, Lord take me" (One of us)
'cause I ain't really happy here, can you blame me?
It's game done changed me, made me an animal
I can't even
now you got me down on my knees baby, begging
I know your friends don't like me
But they ain't about nothing
They ain't got nothing
They always
[50 Cent]
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
Everybody know
emotional roller coaster called life
And we have our ups and downs
Just keep in mind
When you hit rock bottom
There ain't no where to go but up baby
it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with what I know
I don't trust none
Look what the 80s did
To us baby kids
And now we grown up
Nobody ain't want
ain't pay her
You can, hate me now or hate me later
I'm a instigator, (what?) a instigator
It's the, MVPs and SUVs
We don't, take no shit, take yo
Ruff Rydas
Welcome to D-Block, the city of broke down dreams
Where things ain't always peachy keen as they seem
City of dope dealers, killers,
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