Lyrics:
we are ballers
98 micheal jordan if i shoot it it goes in
21 like the savage got a lot on the album
New whip ferrari too fast cant chase it
2chainz too
hustled he would wake and work from 9-8
I had to hold it down inside my house when I was 8 because my father had to break his back fill up every plate
My
Put your shades on cuz you know we motherfucking shining
32 skinny, designer on the fit
Shawty wanna ride she hop up on my dick
Check the score it's 98
v9
98 gang im homerton living SLATT
GET bent by my kitchen, back roads this ding dong spinning
see him ,Ching it, my young boys did it
how's he
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
my trick ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward, you fall back
Every album that I drop has got more
to turn heads
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them haters want to cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout mine
I hustle to the sun come up
Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit
Yeah,
We got my nigga Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this
drop yet
Who be fuckin' with these DJ's? That's right I do
He tried to say what's up to Felli Fel and he walked right by you
Ya battle raps are garbage,
how we gon’ get at it wit’ no trick plays
Like Stockton to Malone for the fadeaway
Kings of the pick-n-roll back in ‘98
catch us tearin’ up the paint
produced by Wheezy huh yeah[00:53.98]I make it look easy, huh yeah, feeling beastly, huh yeah[00:58.43]Talk too much little boy man I'll leave you deceased
Spend what I want
I rack up through the city
Fuck when I want
She a freak nigga love it
She screaming 98
When a young nigga in it
Hold on don't tap
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
Rapping and Listening[00:23.79]To Nas, DMX, Gangstarr and Mob Deep[00:26.03]Naughty By Nature, yeah you can call me[00:27.97]I mean[00:29.26]I grew up
The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep
Wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be
Yeah (ya dig?)
Ha, ayy (and let the world know), and by
Remember 19 album I remember every album
Every single time to unreleased I know it any hour
So don't ask me if I do cuz I saw close to every outcome
This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large
I'm expecting to sell, yeah
Drip too hard
While the rain got you caught
I be busting like hail
drugs
I bought 'em from the Ice Cream Man
(in '98, posted up, posted up)
he's my neighborhood thug
I know I need to stop, but
I say no
(slang crack)
cuz
Making hits by my lonely, Caz Carter can’t control me
It’s different now brand new that’s the old me, hit up kellso he said heat only
Haters mad cuz
that's a feeling to trust
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd tell the story right
Cuz by now I've taken
(Verse 1)
I was motivated by Scherff, now I'm killin every verse
Remember when they hated, now my album on they shirt
I got different flows, this
mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww (aoowww)
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I
Watching the block
Cause some like to skim off the top
Mixing they little caps in with my rock
Ungrateful motherfuckers end up gettin' clap by the cops
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