Lyrics:
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
back
I'm from where a bitch a kill you and they all trap
Mall bags getting made by the Reynold's rap
Everybody puttin orders in watch em bring it back
gave a show.
True indeed, the way she ate a nigga's dick, I knew she
was a pro, I knew she was a pro.
I had a young tender that I'll always
Look everybody left and now I'm thuggin' by myself
Niggas ain't even help me when I asked that boy for help
I got to know myself again, stuck off
everybody homie
In the trap like Trish do my
Dirt all by my lonely
Yeah you getting money but you
Is not the owner
Treat the beef like bologna
Turn your shirt
[DMX]
Sometimes I will take my brother by the arm
Other times I will take my brother by the shoulder
Then there are times I will take my brother
the smell resonate, never hesitate
When it comes to puttin' food on your plate
Devise schemes by all means
Like a sunrise when it beams, keep your eyes
Suddenly, everybody got love for me, if I asked you to hold me down, would you even Ride or die, need someone by my side, tell me if I’m alive again
This shit
could hurt us
A young nigga tryna keep focused
Next year cop him a lotus
(Uh yeah)
Shimmy yah, shimmy shimmy shimmy yah
Everybody wanna take a fruit
the part where we remember
All that we went through
Sleepless nights, never felt so alive
As when I was standing right by you
If there comes a time when
ain't no punk
Dougie D so thoed, and they already know
The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo
Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk
lack
I can't look back
They gon' say that they love you when time comes they gon' hide
Trust me I won't forget who really stuck by my side
But with
everyone
Everybody hurts & that just fucks my mental health way more
But in a good way
As my mind also makes up the gap
That's there without her
By Talking
Love my bitches in twos
Ain't no love in these streets, you can't play by the rules
Seen the blood on these shoes
Everybody den changed up on me, I'm
I'm from the block where u don't pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey
Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan
Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged
Die young, corpse identified by your parents
Apparently you're a parrot
Mocking me and my blueprint
But I won't
got me constantly smoking
My role model was a cold bottle of OE
Surrounded by my closest homies
But nobody knows me
I pray to God it ain't easy
Half
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
I'm from the block but you
Don't pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a mule
And everybody act a donkey
Yes, I want you to come around
Here with that plan
don't come back for us when he makes it
And if he do it be too late, you gotta face it
'Cause by then there's someone new you've been replaced with
Old
scenes
That way he stays in everybody's good graces
He's happy on the move
He's mobile and free
He wants no strings attached
That's how it's gotta
przodu
Wreszcie perspektywy by nie dostać wyroku
Nowa płyta jakoś z boku trzeba odnaleźć się w tym tłumie
No bo co no bo mogę poszedłem dobrym skrótem
Hein)
Lord can you come with me
Lord can you come with me
I just really need you by my side woh
Woh, woh, woh, woh
(It's doublelish)
I have some
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