Lyrics:
and come BACK, won't nobody know it
Drive by, screamin' it's a new crew reppin'
Hangin out the window, like it's "227"
Get 'em up high!
Get 'em up
Judging me by my skin color and my blackness
Tryna find a job but ain't nobody call me back yet
Now I gotta sell drugs to put food in my cabinet
You
the streets by choice you just stuck cant make it out
Call him Peter Parker he only tough behind the web
Keep talkin out yo neck we gon leave em uncle ben
I
me hear you spit"
Wrote my signature, now Shady Obie represents
Hit em with the D12 skit
Can exhale now I see my Mom's ain't pissed
She hit em with
One, two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
Ya know what I'm sayin? We in effect
Mo like
One two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
YaknowhatI'msayin? We in effect
Mo like
Remain thankful and humble, that's just some rules that I go by
It fucked me up when people gave my nigga low profile
Told 'em that time like Kobe first
of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce?
Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backin' down? You must be out
Tired of niggas Talking sick but they
Ain't ever pulled a skit
It's a body count attached to
Every nigga that I'm with
I'm the nigga people call for
Boxes
Niagara Falls (Falls)
Night Walker, Imma' turn you Paul (Paul)
Got the Beretta, just like $NOT (pow, pow)
Bloody sighting, my business I'm minding
Stop
fire)
Don't give me no bammer weed
You know why? (You know why?)
Tell 'em why (why?)
Nigga, 'cause I'm (Snoop)
I'm all of the above, I'm a freak
the chopper ain't shit I'm getting all of mine
Pop 'em drop 'em call the plan a wake he out forever more
I give it to you straight nigga I don't need
at the viewing, Ty mom crying to him
He hug her, he tell her whoever did this, he gone do 'em
From there it was a silence, she ain't condone violence
But they
bigger than just bein' on the rich list
Might be insanity, but people call it gifted
My face is goin' numb from the shit this stuff is mixed with
Watch
the bitch to EverGreen
throw em in da bayou
call my niggas
D and Blue
Project Pat y'all know what to do
creep through the streets
with them thangs
And a known throat gripper
He a rich nigga
Pockets gettin thicker
Can’t stay outta trouble cuz the packs sell quicker
He a big boss
Call em rick Ross
Prayer
weather? Bad call
Problem child too?
So you hate me like I'm Jake Paul
Hook
Watch me
(All eyes on me!)(On Me!)
Don't try me
(Im the Victor Now)(Victor Now)
Proof and Eminem
Your father left you as a kid, with your mom in the crib eh
That's tough as hell don't understand why he did eh
Oh used to call mom
Had next after Pac died - right before Eminem
The West Coast Spitter! The East Coast consider em: synonym
I'm nice ! A-Alike
Anything Goes' - with
be platinum
Without a grill from Paul wall
I'm standing by Draco's and pistols and choppas
They ready to shoot em off
Don't get caught in
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
a problem
Brodie said go get it, I get it until I got em
Shoutout FTP nigga you know how we mobbing!
Angels, gods, and demons, bitch I see myself a goblin
I'm
rock a hard place inbetween em
Two foxes one hole and one other brother dreamin
Two davids
2 Davids One Saul Call Paul Schitsophrenic
Besides your own
I'm holding c-notes but no I can't sing, okay
Lil mama a fling (Uh huh)
We call her Chris Paul, just chasing a ring
Ay I'm back on my grind (My grind)
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