Lyrics:
over there wit it
I steph chef niggas up by the pair get it
I shut it down like class on Test Day
They really didn't wanna but had 2 press play
Da comp
You gotta show me what you want
'Cause I don't trust you now
F.N on his body
Know my brother got that shit on now
Had to turn these niggas down
Now
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
gettin mo way I don't like no broke shit close to me
B*TCH we been them n*ggas give a F*CK bout who you supposed to be
Get up off my d*ck b*tch ass n
Doin' it up everyday son. Word up. Still on. C.N.N. still live on what.
C.N.N. live long. Live on word up. Check it. Dedicated know what I'm sayin'?
a bullion
Runnin up a billion
F--kin on a stallion
Drinkin all this liquor by the gallon
I can give a f--k about a hater
They keep on with the keep
that's the first time that I caught a case
Selling crack trying the f*ck up out my mama place ay
Crackers trapped, I was plotting my escape
Getting high
the cards up, all trust
Who else you goin' run with, the truth is us
Only dudes moving units, 'em, Pimp Juice and us
It's the Roc in here!
Maybach outside
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
the profits and no you can’t stop me I run up dem bands
Watch how dese f**k niggas copy
These bi**es gon f**k when I do my lil dance
B****h yes im bout it
died, fucked the city up, and niggas fuck sum healing
Ooh, we got damn in the trap, bro, you smell that
Nigga, that's that f** boy you a fool if you
Movin in silent, sometimes I get violent, but I gotta watch it, ain't goin tuh jail
I'm always workin, I'm hungry for certain n my stomach hurtin, I
g*****
Do you feel me?! Am down to ride to my dying days
Don't be surprised by fifty n***** with hand grenades
We mob, it ain't no telling where we going
It’s the return of the bad guy
Keep a couple broads on Stand by
G code I abide by
G5 not fly as I
You cannot do what I do
You cannot walk a mile up
Asking myself are they even feeling me?
Call them n****s friends, but none of em' real to me
Well f**k it I got me and this nice ass indo' tree
Dude
'goin jump (We make it jump)
We run the g been them niggas a buck
Joe in the VIP
Aye Jae in the cut
Big chine get the back end while we turn s*** up (Hey)
She got no man's
G F N to the crib
Then I pull up with the bands
I'm feeling alone
I miss you
I'm out of my mind
The weight I be carrying around
Im
faded man
Doin' other s*** get ready where you goin',
N****s just stand around hatin'
So my vice ace is when
The lights start flashin' 'n' I'll be
worrying about hoes
Yeah, you ain't make a scene
Counting up cho chos back of the beam
Came with a broom stick didn't come to clean
F&N pool stick flash with
goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA
know how it goes, tell 'em turn up the stereo
Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright,
as krazy does
Krazy f*cked ya mama
Yous a krazy girl
Up against the world
Well come & join my roster
It ain't no beef
Just chicken shrimp & lobster
Nie I
F R 3 before the E
Boy I'm back at it again
Aye I'm free n fly forever
All I do is play to win
Look I'm fully motivated
A lot of rappers full of shit
I'm still the same n***a when I'm 50 deep, I'm by my lonely
I was taught to run down, no long range, get close up on him
Run up, that's a headshot,
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