Lyrics:
Yea nigga, Ghost, Pete Rock, letâ??s go babyâ?¦
Hell yea Iâ??m pulling my thing out
You gettingâ?? banged out, bitch nigga
Your shit done
or a cloned image
Got into rap same way I jumped in the streets with my own spinach
Tryin' to get straight up off this shit so that I can go on livin'
No
For my niggas in da burland
My niggas in da roads
Old school killa J nigga
You know what I'm sayin Mac
Ain't no nigga talk shit
Punch dat
Yeah, 976-Bun B that new shit for ninety-two
All you niggas peep this one check it out
Aiyyo, trill was the last one nigga
This time you better pull
to my pockets unless you broke four money counters
Three times the money, took me thirty minutes, ran through a hunnid thousand
Start walkin' shit down
Ooh-ooh, yeah
Oh, woah
Prove it if I'm your bitch
Prove it if this shit real
Love really all we got
Tell me, why do I question the way you
Bangin' Blood, this shit for life
Bang a left then twist a right
Flame him when I lift the pipe
Mandatory skid on sight
Tired of lettin' it sit
Shit been crazy for us
Still gettin' to it
Turnin' shit up with the music
Whole gang buss
Ain't alot of hoes we gon' lust
'Cause it's a lot
with mine
So if I fuck with you, I'm fuckin' with you always, always
Stuck in the hood, I wanna leave, you tryna stay
Guess we ain't seein' shit
7.62's break bones and leave ya face gone
Want me dead, I told em wait on, that shit gon' take long
Leave 'em on the bed he lay on, watch what you say
(A home worth stayin' at)
(In my lifetime)
Uh, blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin' shit without
(WindyGotHits)
(Smoke and Angel)
I love when she throw that shit back, she a pro with it
I love this scammin' shit, yeah, I'm a pro with it
I
hard in the streets (it was hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me (damn, damn, damn)
It was hard just to make it (what?)
Real shit, ain't
This what they all been waiting for
I guess so
They been waiting for this shit for a long time didn't they? (Hey)
I guess so
They been waiting
(Turn up, Rittz!)
Shut up, bitch!
Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you
care 'til I'm coming home
And my dad tell me some shit about when he my age, he was doing shit
Protesting about something that I forget currently
But
Shit is crazy
Shit is crazy
Welcome to the jungle, the heart of the struggle
You starve if you humble, that’s part of the hustle
Dawg, where ya
We run this shit, .45 on the hip
Been ridin' for Shady, Shady (yeah)
Ca$his know
Shady Records, the dream team, uh
Sittin' in the back of the,
They understand me, knahmsayin?
Shit
Lock into this time and lock out (always)
I mean ain't nothing promised to niggaz like us
You know?
[Juelz
Reporting damage it is soft rock shit
The T-S-B Rock School
The overgrown super shit
The super models well they can't get enough of it
my knife
My nigga it's real nigga shit
Big pound on my chest
Big pound on my waist, nigga hit pound R N S
I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took
Ah, what's up man? (What up Ali?)
Ah, you still standing on this motherfuckin corner?
Shit ain't you 30 years old, motherfucker?
Ah, so when I
Hey, hey
Flo Milli
Flo, Flo Milli
Shit, bitch
See, you may not like me but I'm still getting money, bitch
I don't have to prove a point
That
message then?
Backseat, light off
Window open, stereo on
So kiss me in the backseat of my vintage Benz
Oh, who gives a shit about tomorrow?
When it
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