Lyrics:
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
racks
(Why you talking bout racks?)
Because I’m really making racks
20 bucks an hour I give 5 to God
I just 200 on the Autobahn
From the last album took
a visit
Look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The fiends up all night
five I wanted ten, and if I had ten I wanted twenty
Fuck having some, shit I wanted plenty
Back in the gap, when I first hit the block
With my first
cover like ten men
We're steady mobbin'
You're covered by children
You Kidz Boppin'
Your album ain't droppin'
Need a phone to cop it
Cost $9.95
TWO easy
car for the low
Low price and APR you were given
With no payments for the
First twenty-four months
And we pay your closing costs and sales tax
With
like that
Oh you think the bounce left me?
When the drums hit the floor, have it sound messy
My wallet's too full and it's all twenties cause I never
like I'm tony stark
Never made a hit, but by the time I do
I probably won't wanna do this anymore
Shooting for the stars
Hoping I don't miss my mark,
loot up
He thought his girl could hit a lick
We got his boo touched
Unky got some new legal AR's lemme buss one
Cuz said he got a new method
Let me punch
infra-red and twenty mil to split. But first we need
a game plan that fits, ski masks, Tecs nigga wit
unlimited clips. Bulletproof vests, no let ups,
chuckles)
This why you ain't seen that motherfucker in the hood fool
[verse 2]
Now when the single dropped
It really start to pop
His shit hit the charts
wasted and call up my ex (she's ugly)
Nah
All the options are wrecked (totally)
I better hit the studio
And record something in fact
I'm dropping the album
started bugging with the clothes she chose
I didn't say nothing at first
I just turned up my nose
She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost $20"
I said,
started bugging with the clothes she chose
I didn't say nothing at first
I just turned up my nose
She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost $20"
I said,
Don't worry we'll be your leaders
That's that, lemme introduce you to rap
R-A-P, rhythm and poetry hit
These jokers with the
Sibilance so they gon know
Luftballons
While the one hit blunder rushes exhaust like city buses
I bond, like resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and found
Found by DNA
I know some shooters that run in your
Spot, hit you with a shot, i seen it a lot
Yeah, I seen it a lot
Uh, I seen it a lot, nigga, I seen it a lot
Tash for president, you know my campaign
First things first to get ya'll niggas off the street
You get twenty-five years if you part wit wack beats
to the top but I'm still not hot
Even though I got the god damn album droppin'
Album droppin', better get ready
Soon as it hits that shits' so deadly
Better
times at least an he was killed by the same beast unleashed my venom within him and hit him with plenty momentum I really torture him then put them in
'81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way
A sad day for aspiring artists
Almost 20 years after the fact I'm still on my hustle
Diggin'
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
Know’ and ‘Pop The Trunk’
And I was gone, no turning back, Shady Records for life
By that time I’d picked up the pen and began to write
‘Kings Never Die’
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