Lyrics:
i fire more arms than he ever did
that's why
I keep things in proper prospective
And every album point why'all niggas in the right direction
I keep on grinding
Until my pockets are fatter than ceelo green
Now I'm back in the hood
Surrounded by fake people I can't trust
Wake up in
kept raw that you could step on
Whole brick'll take a hit like Gloria Estefan
Electric stove got the dough pilin'
Money on the floor with three 4's
On us
hating me
But I know why though
Cause I played his girlfriend
Like a PlayStation 3 he used to be in front
But now he's chasing me
Nobody would buy his CD
mobster, callin all the shots
from a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker
3rd degrees
Then play it back on a burnt CD huh
Say swear
Say swear
Swear on your mums say swear
Say swear
Say swear
Keep talking shit say swear
Say
I'm suited In the drip tho
New hits gotta put ''em on repeat
Tryna cuff a bad bitch like riri
Won again 3rd try this a 3 peat
Got ''em spinning off
he turned on his bros
And he ain't pimpin' a bitch, he out here trickin' on hoes
He ain't flippin' no bricks, he ain't shippin' no buds
Slangin'
out to Warren just so I can be like G and em
Stopped by the plug down the street and I bought three of them
I'm not no Lil' Mabu I'm not no Lil' seeto
in a bowling lane
Im inspired by pain
You throw shots I don't drop or get burned Ill return w a firing range
I wired my brain to think different
Your
Ayo CyHi what the fuck bro?
We've been waiting for your damn
Album for years man
What the fuck is Kanye doing
How about you get the fuck
Up and get
on the fucking floor
You and you by the double doors
That was three shots and it holds 15
So that means I got a dozen more
Now that everybody's on one accord
know bout cookin crack
Ski mask hood up hit that lick
They'll never ID the pic
Light the brib up wit the bic
No we aint leave no trace
Killers gettin
stacked up
Call me Mr. Lego, she see how I got my stacks up
Brick by fuckin brick, had some shit I had to patch up
Used to pull hoes in a Chevy, had
A winner it's in my biological chemistry
A quitter surrender those words I will never be
I put work sweat tears all of my energy
Brick by brick I'm a build
Puerto-Ricans, that's how we ride
Nocturnal foes mesmerized by the streetlights
One shot at glory, game will never give you three tries
For the haters I've
on
Family, friends, hoes, all ah my niggas ridin' rollie vogues
Ridin' pass me hollerin' at me bury me a snizote hoe,
Hard headed nigga bitch, die by
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
we stay sinners
Bound by big business loud whispers silent killers screams of rape victims
Truth spillers political figures high flyers monopoly
Damn, ladies and gentlemen
I got a secret
(What's that?)
Somebody told me yo' ass stink
Don't blame me
Hah, what, huh, ah, one, two, three, four
location three times
And it seem like every Friday after eight
He flex Crustacean menus, he like to date
Sit it out in the front, catch him at the valet
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
more arms than he ever did
That's why
I keep things in proper prospective
And every album point y'all niggas in the right direction
There's no
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