Lyrics:
the drama, we're lookin' out for your baby's mama
Takin' risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin' on her
Life in the hood is all good for nobody
Fly in the sky and I fly on the beat, soak her with water then sip on some lean
Didn't get dollars cus I was a cheap, wanna get bands chill under my
the heart of it
Every fucking day we targeted
By politics nope pile of tricks
All they really do is talk a pile of shit
If it was up to me I would abolish it
witness
Either you surf the wave or swim with the fishes
So many lives lost being pulled for recognition
Impel position, live on your own conditions
By any
crown ain't never going down cause' of All-Wise
I recognize the point in His advise
I live by my life by the truth not the lies you falsify
Pay the price
Punk bitch think she real smart
Runnin' that G but talk is cheap hoe
Spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull up
And come runnin' to see
If
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
and I'll crush him
Now you see me like Houdini
Then you get torn asunder by storms and thunder
And the flame; ain't that a shame? You should surrender
You
strong like we WWE
Got to work smart cause they'll
Trick you like a treat
Got to tax large cause you know I like it cheap
I got two for the four, I got
a picnic
Take a clip, bitch
Take a Twitpic,? of a big dick
Talkin' too slick, too quick, to a new bitch
Bitch'll teach a trick to a trick
Have a blue dick
are barely surviving by the week
So everyday I pray we find a little peace
My nephew getting older I'm passing him the flame
I don't bang I don't bang
I ain't fuckin' with you
Punk bitch think she real smart, runnin' that G
But talk is cheap hoe, spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
thugs
Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
The next week two O's
hot mommy
Hey honey, live by me
Do nothin', mean muggin', lean sippin', not by me
Hipster shit, hipster bitch
Lick my stick, stick that in hot mommy
Hey
to fight wars risking their lives
Kiss 'em goodbye then cry once their physical dies
These despicable guys with political ties
Use hypocritical lies to trick
know life's cheap,
I never folded,
I had nine lives I died eight times,
I died eight time it was time for tiers.
I had nine lives I died eight times,
I
we all live in a grocery store
Think about whats on my mind before you step to me
You don't know whats in it like cheap molly and XTC
Cookin' beats
This is getting hard now because
We once were kings
Inch by inch this archipelago
It turns to flames as this ancient landscape
Becomes commercialized
Intrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? "But of course"
Still screaming Behold a Pale Horse
Watch my flame turn green like a Promethean torch
Pay no child
Young girls poppin' cock out in Alabama ('bama!)
I seen it all from the pimps and the tricks (tricks!)
The real live boys, opening the pussy stores
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
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