Lyrics:
it up
Whats the ticket goin for a 4way,
I ain’t tryin to have them Feds runnin in my doorway
See I been doin this shit here for a long time
it up
Whats the ticket goin for a 4way,
I ain’t tryin to have them Feds runnin in my doorway
See I been doin this shit here for a long time
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
to the dome, eternally it's on
Yeah,
Straight Mo Thug nigga return from the Claire
Test this hustler better not dare
We talkin' about distributing llelo
ain't talkin' 'bout chicken an' gravy, man
I'm talkin' 'bout bricks 'o ye yo, halves an' quarters
4 an' a halves of hash, you do the math
Swing past us,
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
this the life I live, this the life I live. Yo. See most men get offended by another's success, so you can imagine there's a lot of people upset. Watch
a lot of records and grabbed somethin'
Now I'm goin' through movies in L.A
Playin' the game the way the hustlers play
And everyday I try to stack my
Take my time never fall off
Stack that bread till we all on
Make it all flip when I ball
Like a coin toss
Always fight till the end
Wether win,
I feel good
Hands on my waist
Smile on my face
Light up the place
I feel good
Get out my way
Today's my day
No time to play
I feel good
In the land
WHAT YOU NEED
AM A THIRSTY VAMPIRE IT’S MY TIME TO DRINK
IT’S A FULL A MOON, ITS TIME TO FEED THE WOLVE
AM BUILDING MY EMPIRE ;FULLFILLING MY DESTINY
[Featuring Mystikal, Full Blooded]
[Master P]
Uhhhhh!
Ha Ha.
Big Ed, Full Blooded, and Mystikal.
Whether it's in the bed with
even their fault
No time to recall
I hit like the bolt
So high No sleep
So High No sleep
Yo, turn the mic on
Put it through the lexicon
Make my
pree me
Badman seems like you pure lip and pure me
Everything weh me got inna life
Yo me haffi work hard fi it, never come easy
Full stop just pree
Yea, check it out now
Everybody check it out now
Yo, I got the corn beef
I got the moz
I got the shotty
Ay yo, I got the buck shot
Ay yo, I got
silence
The crew that doesn't choose to speak their mind
Is a crew that looses power over time
And now that ya finally woke up
Yo wish your mother fuckin'
clock work
Waiting on deposits to drop
Like time is all that I got
Cause time is all I got
I be watching yo n**** watching me shit I like how he
you bringin' value or somethin
I got a hustler spirit, nigga, period
Check out my hat, yo, peep the way I wear it
Check out my swag, a nigga, tall like
signed over by nature, suckers, punchers, simps and fakers
A click full of back breakers and more in a Studebaker
The Mo City don, I wave a truck like
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
[* Beep *]
[Answering Machine]
Good evening, at the tone
Pacific Standard Time will be 7:07
[The Click talking]
Ya know how us bosses step up,
you a full time dad.
Wishing you could stack it up like I can.
I’m living that life that you want so bad. (Ay, Ay)
This can’t be you, get that shit
givin' out that Gotti time
Probably find
Bodies lined up
In ya lobby slime
Dust, booze
Mushrooms
Smack ya out ya molly mind
Police comin' around
come from the 'jects, got a gun on the jet, I'm the co-pilot
I hustle that yola, this cocaine music like Yo Gotti
This shit never fail, I'm catchin'
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