Lyrics:
phone rings
Calls always get answered lemme clear it
I don't fuck with anyone
And I never been shot by any gun
Why's he capping on tracks like his
Jewels
Every year it's more diluted by dullards with grand delusions
No desire for retribution until litigious prosecution
Then the spectrum shifts and we all
I'm back, nigga
I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit
sorry if you're 85 and you would have preferred a
album full of ignorance
the place is an experience
before the reasons why
for the sake of sounding fly
provided by Cookin' Soul (Uh, huh)
Came in this game from out of
Nowhere and I took control
(I took shit over, nigga) rockin' my jewels
I'm goin' to see one
Think I'm lying
Still to early to jump off and say we made it
But you can check the jewels solid gold nothing plated
Them CTs not CZs you fuck-n hater
He gon' show his whereabouts on accident, he be high
He gon' show the jewels he wearin' and the car that he drive
Stupid nigga showed the same
Coming off my jewels unlikely
You n****s don’t excite me
Before you touch my jewelry I’m judged by a jury
Insured by the glock ain’t no need fa insurance
I
rassi win 3aych «hemmmmha»
Mra love mra broken Heart my homies ra mrad
Trip f jbal
Dmaghi tayer
Nrja3 n7at album
Trip trip by my music
Trip trip by my
the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos,
a nigga clock
Everybody gettin' rocked when we hop out
Pussy better not cry now
Nigga where we from it's the code that we live or we die by
Grrrrrat,
foreigns we could ride
N I got time for you to spend
Said I'll keep you by my side if you ride w me till the end
Yeahh yeah yeah
Tell something you like
punk ass n***a
Uh, watch this trigger
Pop, pop, pop as it goes off
Oh snap, you n****s is fucking soft
I knew it
Run your jewels and your shit
Oh snap,
shoes...blue, yellow, red jewels
Money is like steroids, look at my mussels
And if the dance play out, its back to the hustle
Some say the albums comin' out,
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
it
Ya ship sinking
Foul smell like fish stinking hey
Same room wit me
Man thats torture
Might pipe ya daughter
Maybe abortions
N who need goons dun
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
bash, forgettin
The laws, created by the creators
There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators
We did time with the rhyme like a bid
Now we're
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
Freeing the damned by being free as I am
And speaking belief into people sittin' with reason to stand
Who just might be needing a hand
I got you
9th
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
understand why you act like that
Beware lock your doors tuck your chainz proceed with caution
It ain't safe. keep the fifth by the Bible
It's a home
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