Lyrics:
Had a nigga run Rick, no Ross
And he better not trip or his life he lost
He talked down on them guys and this is the cost
Seen a lot of drive-by
on two-five
Or your big brother put you on like surprise
Hearing my hood described
So vivid you could see it by closing your eyes
Maybe it was the age
only notice it if it's potent
Bottle of Perignon, we can go kick it by the ocean
Get in between your legs
Join roaches and ashes all in your bed
You
me
When the curtains close
If I died in your arms
It's right where I'm supposed to be
Lay me down in the ground by my hometown, girl
We, we
by her side
Done chopped it up with the greatest
G Rap told me your word-play nothing to play with
Met Kane in Queens he said he saw the hunger in
Rick's cousin
When they knew I wasn't, but I had no shame
Pa, you know the name, the Mos always had game
Back in the day of the Rap Attack
When brothers
rich from the hood YMCMB
Yeah Maybach, brrrap
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I'm that fat muthfucker, young entrepreneurs
Zombies in the street we got them
in your party yeah (Yeah) well I'm that mother fucker
Feeling horny a bit naughty yeah (Yeah) I'm that mother fucker
And I love to smoke that ganja
to heaven
Beaten and bathed in blood
I'm hit by, I'm hit by your love and drug
And now you've c-come to raise me up
And I think I just died
I think I
to heaven
Beaten and bathed in blood
I'm hit by, I'm hit by your love and drug
And now you've c-come to raise me up
And I think I just died
I think I
slipin im a touch ya
Ima tell you once bitch
Your fuckin with the boss
Show love to my nigga Petey
Pete and Rick Ross
shirt and I'm wearin' Abercrombie
I'm fuckin' her friend, I got her embarrassed
Rick Ross, I'm havin' more green than a pear
Put out your fire just like
to
Mihawk at the cross
Even with direction
I'm Zoro on the beat
I get lost
After that money
In the grave
Yo word to
Rick Ross
Looka
Born ready
The crew and me
on the block, Yayo in the coffee pot
Yayo in the rental car, I'm sold out by ten o'clock
Chicken soda, chickens flock, pimp 'em like I'm on the sky
On my third
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick
leaders and they gave us dope (crack)
From the C.I.A. by way of Nicaragua, shipped to Rick Ross, he's the black godfather
Now Oscar Blandon was his known
worried
I place it all, in your hands
Glory to The King
The lamb that was slain
Your love is overflowing
Always faithful you stand
Christ He has died
that's my lifestyle
He died off the fame 'cause that's the lifestyle
Wipe your nose like tissue, that's my lifestyle (woo)
Put so many thot hoes on, I
since you died my heart has died
I'll be with you in the sunshine, sand
I called the doctor to your side
He knelt down by your bed
He looked at you,
for the crisscross
I'm a bigger boss than Rick Ross
Always winnin', nigga, get lost
It's the warlord, bring the voodoo
When I bail through, it's
you down
Rick Ross be the boss in the Phantom and all
Got round the clock rocks, spring, winter, and fall
Some of y'all might call me crazy
But
only notice it if it's potent
Bottle of Perignon, we can go kick it by the ocean
Get in between your legs
Join roaches and ashes all in your bed
You
in the coupe and i skirt off the lot
Your bitch suck my dick and she do it a lot
I pass to the bros cause i know she a thot
These bitches the same
eatin the dirt
I stayed in your turf, bitch, I kick your face in the side of the curb
Fuck you
I do the motion and I'm roastin
By the sun, got dreads just
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