Lyrics:
your gonna ask him to have the baby? What are you? Crazy?
You were done by four kids, by four different fathers. Haven't you ever heard of a thing called
what? Leave that nigga sleepy
On the strength of you, that's your kid's daddy
I ain't gon' send him on his way, put him up in that big Caddy
But let
slang New York
To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for
dance in a pit
She love Markaz cause he never come quick
Rockin Mangella and rockin my Ricks
Dis ain't no Trix but this smoke ain't for kids
If It's for
Young black Man
In a brand new Benz
With a push start whip
I ain’t new to this
3 more bands
Spend ‘em all on kicks
When I walk in a store
Gimme
lines, and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love
Milli
ever gon make it right (HELL NO)
Nigga you wrong
You left his family living in hell (Dead Wrong)
So that's where you belong
Crazy saw death as a kid
to get it
Any means so it seems
And the good die young
At early teens in between
In the hood I'm from
We don't believe we could believe
Babies survivin'
'm feelin' older, though
Lil' shawty said that she believe in me
I'm sorry, baby, man, I'm straight out the street
These niggas wanna see some hate out
And he dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape
It's real like that, you know what I mean?
Follow, yo, yo, yo
(Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all)
ain't leaving rich
And leave my kids a grip
I let my blood drip off in this thug shit
You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money
’m pullin' up like I have to
A humble Nigga
Never put Me in a bad mood
You’ll never see Me on Papers
Unless it’s Bad News
Hey lil Mama She love to make it
calling me
You're a very silly man, block, block, mute chat
New Addy in the sat, new dicks on tap
Got a best case, worse case plan of attack
Got
Posted on the opp block in sum slides chilling making plays
556 Beside of me i'll send 100 anyday
How you tryna beef with me and you ain't even built that
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
(QRedOnTheTrack, and he runnin' this beat)
Nigga, tap in
Bitch, I get the shit up out the mud like a bad kid
One Time One Time Yeah
All I know is you can have it
I never used to believe in Love at first sight
But now I'm not so sure
Foreal foreal
One Time One
or two in the past, but you are my first
Baby, I'm an artist, let me paint this picture
All I do is work hard so our kids can be proud of they father
It's gon aid in the vision bringing y'all the truth
I think it's time to stage a coop
Government lying really nothing new
Time to get rowdy time to break
on but he wouldn't front me nothing can't believe
I got betrayed by the ones that love me
Remember back then they told me I wouldn't amount to nothing
My
niggas ain't loyal, I rep Taylor-Gang to the soil
And for Jetlife you'll be a memorial
You wanna learn how, here's the tutorial
2009 nigga if this new
the car lot, got a new toy (skrrt)
I got a backpack full of blue boys (stacks)
On the way to Eliantte in New York (ice)
Man, I got a trunk full of blue
there slangin' rocks
But I'm out now so face it baby I gotta hit the block
What you talkin' 'bout? Hell yeah I love you and it ain't gon' stop
I always
You walkin up the block (?) with the rocks on the side of the crib
With your kid on ya hip and ya close top notch,
You know the thirst baby
First, we're affected by what we know
When I talk to the kids in high school classes, college classes
That's the first thing I tell 'em
Get
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