Lyrics:
right true
I fell that is only right
That I live the life of rally
I done did knives in alleys, pipes, in rallies
What you do now?
Now I catch
like-
Up on the floor, dance-
I wanna live in that mansion, Playboy bunny what's happenin'
Look, If I call you bae-
Na-na na-na-na
Didn't even no-
Tried to hit me with no contact but we still know you a bitch
Swear to God this bitch is broke, she gets her drugs by flashing tits
They see me step out
failed
Called you by surprise
Now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee
Hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live
In the crack
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
across the globe
On the return trip
It be the niggas
The niggas that live by the code of blood honor
My Flipmode niggas
Straight bring you that shit
that live by the
Code of blood honor my Flipmode niggas, ha
Spliff bring you that shit to another extreme
Here to hit you motherfuckers with
A strike
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
even sleep, I'm tryna get the guap
I'm thinking all I need is a big tour with RiRi
And a couple more radio hits to get TV
Just hit Virgil to try
sometimes
And then I realize
That You're by my side
When I started the last album I just wanted to rap
But it became daunting in fact when I got lost in track
the Godly!
Live when we party!
Hypnotized by her body!
She probably won't call me!
She still drop it
Like Molly!
She pop it
No molly!
And she see us grinding!
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
that they're by your side
I hope you know you are we
I just thank you so much, um, for listening to this album
And just thank you for giving your
trip, it be the niggas
The niggas that live by the code of blood honor
My Flipmode niggas
Spliff bring you that shit to another extreme
Her to hit you
sleep)
By the time I’m done mercking this song we gonna need to find somebody to clean it up
Yeah
First album debut uh (Let's go)
Gonna blow like a nuke uh
hypnotized by the motion of the pendulum swing
It's not enough to believe it, you gotta live it and teach it
The worst crime you can commit is keeping
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
with one dude, you got beef with five guys
Ain't no going thru no drive-thru, but they gon' hit that drive-by, and bye, bye
One minute you got
[Steve Austin]
Hi this is Steve Austin reporting live from San Diego, California
I'm here with two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob
crying days
All my niggas live in memory
When I die to remember me
Hit the Gucci spend a hundred g's
Make a million put it on the streets
Live and eat let
I never did it by myself
just tryna make a hit yeah
아무도 못 봐 내 vision을
cause it came out of somewhere
somewhere else
please call me old old fashioned
sleep
Where are we going?
I'm in the backseat
Just hit rewind
Ten years have past
Some said they wouldn't last
But I keep them by my side
As I cruise
that win
And the enormous fields disperse of rap
On the road to the riches, more furs to drag
More niggas to kill and birds to bag
Hit the jeweler
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
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