Lyrics:
can be worse
Than a verse about bullets dispersed up in your shirt
The streets is like a curse, niggas frontin' for a bitch
It's like you beggin
a nigga mack
And later on tonight you can get hit up in ya back...and get ya money back
But when I make ya pussy skeet bitch you gon'buy me a 'Lac
[Chorus
Can't concentrate, cause you to faded
Can't stand up straight, to heavily sedated
I See your head is spinning, spinning round and round
You can't
I've gotta sleep round
They hate you when you're up but love you when you're down that's how I know they wanna see me down
You can release a cd full
fuck with me then see that
My little aliens, yeah
We come to your city. Can they really
Put it on down with the pistol?
Can you feel me, feel me?
Verse
though
But the way niggas move make me uncomfortable
Cant be P noid by you decoys
We the Warner bros, the GFG Boys
Cops lock us up, don't make a peep
You
yesterday's trash
Pull up in the Chevy's spraying rounds through the glass
See you laying face down in the grass and I'll laugh
Ha, cause that's the end
yesterday's trash
Pull up in the Chevy's spraying rounds through the glass
See you laying face down in the grass and I'll laugh
Ha, cause that's the end
the Plug
Big Grams Big Nugs
I Know that U think that U on Now
But Yo Time could Be Up
She get me Hard I’m so Long now
F*ckin Ya Hoe needa Calm Down ouu
I
she gotta bring it down
I said oouuu gather round gather round
If lil mama take it up then she gotta bring it down like
Verse two I came back with
daddy wanna fight me
That pump, man, make him jump, man
You would think his ass was sponsored by Nike
I'm every little kid's idol
Got more verses than
daddy wanna fight me
That pump, man, make him jump, man
You would think his ass was sponsored by Nike
I'm every little kid's idol
Got more verses than
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Every nigga in your clique, yeah, they gon' feel me (Ayy)
D up
It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands,
damn, hoe)
(Shut the fuck up)
(Here we) (here we)
(Gon' be some shit)
(Here we go again)
[ VERSE 2 ]
The first thing you ask yourself is why do I
you's, hug you's, kiss you's
Ups and downs and struggles, issues
Made us stronger, kept us closer
This thing ours like La Cosa Nostra
Mobbin' with you
motherf***er
P**** act up and get f***ed in this motherf***er
Verse 4 Lil Jon
lay it down lay it down
4 finga clown
Lay it down lay it down
4 finga clown
the Lex or the Vette or a Benz
Let me bet you in!? If I let you in
Like a bet buy in, like a jet fly in
Gettin head right then in ya bed by 10 (night
sittin' at the table 'round here, yeah
There's a lot of plates on it
Runnin' through the money and the bitch keep callin'
Hold up, she gon' have to wait
been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little
listen
(Verse 2)
So let me switch it up like Venditte
Left you up in Boston like Benintendi
Chapman got you closing, calling you a Yankee
I’m lost in New
the price of living go up
Chances of living go down
You see money makes the world go round
If you ain't got it you nothing
But when you come up than they
all my friends around
It'd be last call whenever I fall down
If I lived here, I'd be home by now
Quarter don't buy much these days
But 'round
slowin' down
This merry go 'round
We think the first time's good enough
So we hold on to high school love
Say we won't end up like our parents
Tiny
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
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