Lyrics:
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?
on me everyday
I'm like fuck everybody, you feel me, fuck it
One time for me, cool by the sunshine
Money got punchlines, only take one times
Take small
Everybody put your hands up if
You don't want to go to work tomorrow
Everybody put your hands up
Put your hands up
Hands up
Everybody put your hands
in a giant fireball and everybody died
Except for me
You know why?
'Cause I had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
a baby by fuckboy Fat Joe on the blimp yeah its up boy everybody f***** you a cuck boy and that's facts I said what the f*** I said and that's that all gas
the meat, she gotta go (yeah)
We eat the beef like a fat ho (uh-huh)
Choppa make 'em lean back like Fat Joe (lean back)
Get you wacked, nigga, that's what
the chance
To do this dance you must wear Nike's
Girl, you need bikinis, and those sexy nighties
To do this dance, you can't act cute
Fellas, get up
or airplane pilots or giants, hip dads kill spiders or save the lives of spiders, hip dads do what's required
Hip dads will get told by their kids, dad stop
of Monopoly
Take a look at my boy Nate the Mack
By the time he was 12, he had your mother on her back
When you were growing up thinking love notes will get her
My nigga Buck 3000 over here, you know
My nigga Gotti, the Princess, Momma, what's up baby? ha ha
Brooklyn son, what up what up?
My nigga Lloyd,
times Fat Joe.
I remember them boys in Wynnwood hood stack short.
I remember them Cash Money Boys in Little Haiti, all running with zozs.
Banana Azuri,
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?
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
out of bounds
Pitch it to you straight, up and down, ion play the mound
Grounds just to bitch smile, from ism out my Mouth
Live by it shawty, you
everybody)
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee
(Wake up in the morning, get my mind straight)
(Play the lil' Kid Pix)
(Probably nothing)
(I don't know, nothing else to do around here)
(Fuck it,
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungalows
Then switch to playin' ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it,
Pull up in a Rathe get to racing like a stimulant
Got yo attention no Instagram mention
Grab you by the cheeks cause my bookings a pinchen
Square
and Destroy)
Searching,
(Seek and Destroy)
Yeah, yeah. Yeah yeah
Hey everybody, shut up
We're just jamming
You don't mind if we fuck around a little do you
dos, tres, and I'm chilling with my cuatro
And I get is cheese, I ain't even talkin' nacho, bitch (Ay man, dog)
Scoring buckets, break the rim, I'm Shaq,
Jon, won't you step up and show 'em just a little bit of what the fuck you do
Come on, let's get 'em
This year's election was trash, so I need
I'm like "okay, g"
You think you're b-a-d
Get a p-e-n and a p-a-d
If the CIA and the FBI, the MI6 and the MI5
Jump on the A3 then I drive, turn up
everybody know, keys open doors (keys-keys open doors)
But bricks open windows
Countin' a hundred hundreds, more by more
Built this form the tile up
up your raps, and join the Dangerous Crew
We got mo' beats than the average joe
And a 24-track studio
So forget what you heard, and we'll see it's
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