Lyrics:
Yea G-Unit
I think I gotta have it
Its keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its
Yes, sir this is Ludacris
In a recite to you an original poem
Written by my man 2Pac Shakur
Entitled in the depths of solitude
And it goes with
From the power bestowed upon me
By the third coast
Deep in the trenches of Atlanta
Where they learned most
You never heard before flows
This extra
places
Pop pills, drink liquor by the cases
Get high, make a woman get low
In the strip club looking for familiar faces
People know me on a first name
your loyal to his ass then he's a motherfuckin fool,
Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my wrist
Iconic status and his name is Ludacris,
Bitch please,
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
Check me out
Look I be running out of time and I don't even got a watch
Still missing katie ruth recall the whole fucking block
No fentanyl don't pop
Pablo]
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
If why'all feel it let me hear you say
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
We lost the music selector
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
If
I ain't trying to be no D-boy
I love music, I'm a b-boy
Are you the undercover or the decoy
I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy
A pit with no muzzle,
stick
Wanna get up with me plot cause im for the bullshit
And if you bring yo pipe then you better use it
Im working none stop finessing they music
might use it against them
C'mon, get Ludacris out! Blow it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me
niggas to the test
I know them Bliccys hurtin'
I know them Bliccys mad
Use to blend them block close the curtain
Now we cash out to brag
I know them
[Akon]
I heard ya’ll n-ggas on that fly sh-t
Yeah that trap or die sh-t
thrown on the block don’t let it get too hot
And moving that “get you high
divorce
Your crib ain't no fuckin resort
Scenery coming by choice ain't no sonning the boy
I'm still slide with every feature on factory wheels
Donnie
I ain't trying to be no D-boy
I love music, I'm a b-boy
Are you the undercover or the decoy
I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy
A pit with no muzzle,
why
I pick music, I choose to choose it
Flow sick, at you I'm shooting
With the last hair from the lions beard
I've been where you can't even fear to be
why
I pick music, I choose to choose it
Flow sick, at you I'm shooting
With the last hair from the lions beard
I've been where you can't even fear to be
by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Nigga I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
Yeah
I'm posted in
Man don't need no reason to spit (what)
Man never knew I had a season ticket (what)
Mandem are movin' wicked, wicked (what)
Handle my music, easy,
Krissio!!UBU365
It's the leadoff man
Serpiko I am
Its educated thug music
Its educated thug music
Listen...Listen
This that throne music
Ride around
The height by great men and women reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight
But they while their companions slept
Were toiling upwards in
Cuz when the music hits the brain
This shit all makes sense
We used to post up on the block
By the picked fence
Used to through 5 on a blunt see how
only one way's gonna fit my name Hussein
Ride by, with the block, I can't stop
Not even for the cop's will
I close down shop
Yo, I broke nights to get
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