Lyrics:
the place, who's the fly most
Brother with a cover, shootin' to my cribbo
The tease wants a please, girl screamin' ditto
So I did this, I needed the bed
like dealin' coke
Like big brother used to do so we could stay afloat
I heard them guns outside my window, them gangsters would tote
Thought about
because I bubble like Don P
Right beside me's a dime piece, college girl looking 'bout as good as I sleep
That's cause I keep it low, the opposite of high
feel your legs kid
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef,
"You’re my MAS and I’m your
Nicholas" And her brother’s a doctor
And somehow in her
Family she’s looked at like she didn’t do
As much in her life ‘cause she
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
world today
When I'm deceased, I want my little baby girl to say
That he was real
He loved me with all his heart
He loved mama too
Even though they
deceased, I want my little baby girl to say
That he was real
He loved me with all his heart
He loved mama too
Even though they sometimes fought
A young
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Down on New York's Wall Street
They still sell the American dream
Where morals flow like oxygen
From an iron lung machine
Business men hold
froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'
team? Come on, that's a bomb squad
Got the things that's wanted by every girl
Mack daddy without the Caddy or the jheri curls
You got game like
Let's just be honest (Let's just be honest, yeah)
You don't look good without me girl thats me being modest (I'm just being honest)
I do not play
Consequence, I'm tight, burnt like flames
(And why's that?) American dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend
Don't stress that cause it's not in your
Consequence, I'm tight, burnt like flames
(And why's that?) American dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend
Don't stress that cause it's not in your
where the charros, they still ride and rope
Our American brothers cross the wire and bring the old ways with them
Tonight the western stars are shining
What's up? Let's go
Let's go, man (yo, girl, you heard that Dirty shit?)
Yo, Snoop Dogg
Yo, Dre (yeah, yeah, yeah, that nigga taking over)
Yo,
where the charros, they still ride and rope
Our American brothers cross the wire and bring the old ways with them
Tonight the western stars are shining
That's the girls, man, they playing double dutch (double dutch)
And that's my man he rolling up a dutch (up a dutch)
And that's me man I am playing
Or better see my beretta
You'll never leave by my side
Even though they all try to take you
Never turning on me
Even though they all try to make you
As long
swear them girls on resell
She watchin' the draft
She got your jersey already
She 'bout to pick out her
Crib in Jersey already
She 'bout to be pregnant by
lyrics to move battleships
Blood brother ever since the slave ships
It doesn't matter who I am when I walk by
They still see me as a nigga whine I walk
walked outside to have a cigarette
It was freezing outside, the ground was covered in snow
When a girl confronted Debbie outside and said
"You think
at the malls with her friends
Material girl, living in a material world
But it's all right cause it's Saturday night
So mister funkmaster, pump the bee gees
.jpg/199px-The_Swon_Brothers_(22156089649).jpg "The Swon Brothers")
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