Lyrics:
without the t or else the van's full
It's the hunger games
Stomach always growling
Bottles never poppin at the bottom
Not an option
What's a mother fuckin
a plan.
And jam your fuckin fist and fuckin grab the kid. Pull it out by it's leg it's your only chance.
You wanna be the only man with a new born? (huh?)
50 my aka is two gun Charlie
Find me up at 4 in the
Mornin' to catch me a body
Waitin' for you in yo projects
By your staircase door
Come out! Come
us all caught up, he leave that package kinda sealed
Nikki Minaj fuckin with Rats, forget how anaconda feel
Wanted foreigns back to back so we was out
VERSE 1 ]
Before this jam starts I'm simply stating
You have all waited, now you can stop waiting
Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or shall I
be some shit, Hot damn, ho)
(Gon' be some shit, Hot, damn, ho)
(Hot damn, ho, Gon' be some shit, Hot damn)
Before this jam starts I'm simply stating
you forget not long ago them bills was past due
Worried bout ya past you let time past you
Got your cash up then life got you by the cashews
Cash rules
Understand pure motherfuckin' man
On my side of the world it's lo-lo's and jheri curls
Smokin water by the pearl, runnin' the street wit' double earl's
I did
motherfuckin' guns up if you tow more than a hundred
He had lost a fuckin' bet, he thought I still want my money
I ain't trippin' by this bitch, my God goes
First day out Im back on lockdown at the halfway house
And guess what
My own fuckin' momma ratted me out
Yea it's fucked up I can't say I aint
dead and gone before you know it
Through the motions baby on my mind crazy wavy like the ocean
And we coasting
You're so fuckin pretty
Light me up like
gassed by the game
Never starstruck from stardom
Went uptown and found Heaven up in Harlem
In NY but in the LA zone
Still wherever I roam remain LA’s own
jump on it
Cause y'all ain't nothing but some groupies
Horny ass hoochies givin up the couchie
[Chorus]
[Slush the Villain]
We know a porn star by
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
about a band
Got my dollas up by stickin to the plan
Yea im running up a check just to split it with the fam
Gah damn gah damn gah damn
Getting money
don't fucking play
We stay Boolin
We picked ramen and kept goin on our way
By chance by fate we pulled up to a fuckin chiq phil ayy
The fuckin syndicate
pearl jam bugs,
Make you fiend like drugs.
Scheme like thugs with tight mobs
We pitfight all bitches that call us scrubs
Triple one's on my back
???
Me and my juvies, divvy it up with the juvies
The money a discus, just by the way that I threw it
VVS movin'
Sir, you better cool it (yeah)
Engine
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop
if you with me
Envy me, you iffy-iffy
Is really you into me
I need to know
Do you Even flow
There ain’t no Pearl Jam in your soul
Be the chosen
I live
end up on the evening
News or traveling to the past
These niggas guessing when I
Roll by
The Blur Fly
I got em swiveling they neck piece
No closed
with
A cannon and flame
Fuckin' amateurs get hung by
They own gold chain code name Evidence
Name same ever since Revolution stepped in LA
(Fresher than
Exit off Highland, headed to the bottom
There go them dicks, (I see em') just watch em'
Make a left on East Buchanan, pull up in a backyard
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