Lyrics:
niggard
(Put down that 45)
Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain't ready to roll, niggard
(Got to let that 40 ride)
Don't want to see you wit no
an girls listen to me
It is I that you see
Gettin' high niggas be
Gettin' by on these streets
Do or die on these streets
Hit 'em high meet defeat
Wit
ready to start this war that's for sure
They can come and get it
We ride or die why
'Cause my niggas is wit it
I want Monopoly money but I ain't
everybody's out to hurt me now
Roll wit me now, am I the only cat that never see
The M slash O dash P on your TV and the Industry
Keep fucking wit me, so I
I tried to take you serious but
You think I'm a fooooool
Oooh, I ain't fuckin wit youuuuuu
Cause if I ever caught you up
Ain't no tellin what I'd do
my girlfriend
All mine all mine shawty wit me all the time
See how safe I keep her right by my side
Yep that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
A hour just
That I'm a roll wit, take control wit
Have a ball, break bread, and share the store wit
Even though I'm thirsty for money, in the worst way
I ain't go
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know
Yeah, yo, yo, uh
Ja Rule, huh, Murder Inc. nigga
(How many wanna die with me?)
Come on, come on
Yo, yo
I'mma ride to the end of the road baby
This
yo up lane
Finnese ya plug do the race
She say I look cute wit my nose pierced
I know girl now gimme ya face
she say she gon come thru today
Told her
Why you blowin' up my spot?
I need to leave you 'lone
And you make it way too hot, I
Can't come to the phone
Why you passin' by my job?
I
Just to make that bitch pop
Imma pull me a coupe off the lot
And say fuck all the niggas wit doubt You can't come wit me now
You ain't post wat I dropped
Niggaz Is Really Wit Ya OHHH!
[Cam'Ron]
Uhh Killa Let's Get It On
When it comes to beef, YES! indeed it get hazardous
Seeds can't be saved by JESUS
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
my girlfriend
All mine All mine shawty wit me all the time
See how safe I keep her right by my side
Yep that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my
This that Biscayne flow, slide in a wraith dough
20 on the chain, wrist watch insane glow (tss)
Wit' a bossy bitch, she a never go to court 'less
of but niggas
Always want figures but never play the cut niggas
Talk mad shit but never put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up
put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn
No correction when i say we shine to bright
To be compromised by what shade do
We stay wit that light just like pedia
Aint nothin fake bout this love
Than we all righteuous number of a righteous
Men righteous killing do it cool
As a fan wit it
Ok that is god work yall niggas just playing
Wit
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
straight
What? I'm losin' you?
Oh I forgot he delusional
That's a Cass' trait
I ain't wit' the internet beef
Don't want police knowin' i'm a wolf
Ain't worry
This is a JOE LAW SONG I begged to be on
Lookin' at you
Fuckin' wit me
Talkin' yo shit
Walkin' in this bish'
Who could that be
They fuckin' wit me
_cover.jpg/220px-Kingdom_Come_(album)_cover.jpg "Kingdom Come")
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