Lyrics:
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
Ex nihilo
Get it by the ounce or the kilo
Anything to get me to that dough
Really can't compare me to no one
Napoleon might be the only one
Falling
hold back
Gal ah gwaan bad
Every drawers drop
Liquor pile up
And the weed stash
Plus the bar bill
We nuh owe dat
Right now mi drunk nuh bomboclat
through a lot
And it never seem to stop
Wonder if it got
Passed down when I had dropped
Neurosis and the lot mixed into all my stock
Also got these bills
Dave, what up, man? It's me, um
Just callin' to see, if possible
If you have any time today or within the next couple of days
If, if, you're in
a rookie
But now I pull up by the kitchen and baking all of the cookies
I had to hit up J.T.S and get this track feeling boogie
And I've been here since day
sure the pack correct ain’t no one
Shortin me
3-5-7 shawty that bitch always got my back
All black in the coupe gotta get the bag
Trap bitch by my side
Engorging on my strife
Take a bite out of life
A slice of humble pie, 3.2 cus I'm
Rounding up my days
In theory we're ethereal
Floating on our
girls, you do like that sometimes
But one day, one day, the old boy got sick and he had to come home
I don't have to tell you what he found
Oh, yeah,
lost if they hadn't
Shown up as they did
And there was even Doc Holiday,
Buffalo Bill, Jesse James
And three hundred cavalry
But I can't
lost if they hadn't
Shown up as they did
And there was even Doc Holiday,
Buffalo Bill, Jesse James
And three hundred cavalry
But I can't
players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
My new crew, holds high
We pay em' no mind
My three aces, plus me
That's 4 of a kind
No bluff, lay
She had faded red paint on her windshield
Said, "Zero dollars down, come make a deal"
Passed by it every day till I couldn't pass it up no more
they left me out in the rain
I hear the money calling
I-I-I hear the rolls, I'm up by the morning
She wanna feel important
Buy her Chanel, my baby
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore MC?
Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture
My whole texture is bombin, destroyin da
Was a wet day in London
Me fortunes were crumblin'
I was on me way back from the building
The job and the foreman that day
He saw nothing my way
of the living
Self-organized, wrought from the clay
Our king by night, our slave by the day
Giga-giga-gilgamesh
What do you know?
Watch the human life show
OK
I work down at Ashbury Hill
Minimum wage, but it pays the bills
Cleanin' floors and leadin' hymns on Sunday
Catherine Davis, room 3-0-3
Sweetest soul
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
a kid)
One day that goat
(One day that goat)
Was feeling fine
(Was feeling fine)
Ate three red shirts
(Ate three red shirts)
Right off the line
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
girls, you do like that sometimes
But one day, one day, the old boy got sick and he had to come home
I don't have to tell you what he found
Oh, yeah,
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