Lyrics:
She dweet no hands I'm like damn
Reason in di the shop out Amsterdam
Might steal yuh baby like the candy man
But fi tek a man gyal not me tradition
lookin at my pic, callin me by my government
What's the plan? What's your goal? What you really lookin for?
I got Benz, I got Ghost, I'm the man, I'm
Sleeping on it working overtime yeahh
Might take any period it's not a crime yeahh yeahh
Looking as stiff
Working by limbs hope i don't fall
I meet
the whip its just me and my mans
And if i ain't riding with my nigga then im by myself
I told my glock keep on acting up I'm hitting you with the belt
Hold
roll on
By
Bet you got me on ya frame
But I got you on the side
Holy water in my veins
Candy curled up on my eyes
When I flip it’s all the same
Throw it
bloods & crips,
Like gd’s & bd’s,
You get where I’m going with this?
Man you lead by example,
Now you led us to this.
& here comes the war,
Are you
got caught in a darkness
I will get violent
If I get blocked by the trident
I'll put a 44 to a sergeant
I'll give the boydem a caution regardless
I'll
an Ariel shot to examine the plots
I'm surrounded by purpose
Got friends that are no longer working
And I question
All the times that we all put a verse in
to get searched by the cops getting milk
Nigga nine years old, afraid of getting killed
Man that shit is sad, they say comply
And it won't end up bad shit
high speed for life
You can tell it any way you like
Any story homie I was raised up by the Christ
Still dead man walking, Green Mile
Go and check my
South Park
Acres on Mo City, astro like Nolan Ryan
Candy cars when I roll around
Rap-A-Lot, Swisher House, SUC
They hold me down
Greenspoint,
different", I needed that
And was taught to always have some wit, no kin to Zack
And to measure a man by not what he has, but how he reacts
To opposition, adopt
Switch blade to my arm midday
Just to show my mom that I'm not playin
You can't tell me nothing bout being in trouble, man
I was ducking warrants came
come and take you on felony warrants
I went from bummy and homeless to getting this money and whipping a foreign
I do not need validation man this is my
the land
Budget for truck
Ghetto na blood
Fire di burn, who be ya Boss?
No chuck neck if u nogo involve
Mon ah hustle by power by law
Bullet di spray, body
Where decency don't fruit
We live by breaking rules
My nigga was caught bunking school
He wasn't lucky that day
Man in blue had a warrant search for
How many you got in that pack right there bro
Yeah let me get a lil piece of that right there
What's that Rice Krispy Treat or some shit
Yeah
Man
I
faggot-ass man hauled ass
Slammed body in the G-Y-M, G-Y-N'
Love Doctor in the hood, fucked bitches, all their friends
So, yo
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah
couples, teamed with the knuckle clash, fast
Rain, hail, snow, sleet, still bust that ass
Uppercut, bad, you in the grass slumped out and ya faggot-ass man
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
meat, drink skeet like protein
Trigga Maxo C, Mexican OT
Zaza pounds of the loud get 'em OT
Drank by the case, took a pint to the face
Like P. Diddy,
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man
Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can
the patience, oh no
You see me and act like you don't care, like you don't care
But every time I look I catch you in a stair, oh I got you
I can tell by the way
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