Lyrics:
Takin my time
Do what I do
Just livin my life
Heart full of sin
I know it ain’t Right
Waist deep in the trenches
Should pray every night
Trap my religion
like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few MC's
But so what? I just max like I'm playing the sax
And take the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J,
Real Ass Nigga give a fuck bout a Bitch
Looking for yo hoe but she's sucking On my dick
Beat the pussy tha pussy only wit tha Condom on dick
Y'all
than I want it now it's mine
And if you front I'm pullin' out it's hammer time (Yo)
I don't give a fuck about these creatures
Just know I'm getting money
music
All about it in the message
Yea Yea Yea
Yo
Peep the message and intention
It’s tRUlEE Intuition if you listen
I’m sure you find a missing mechanism
scenes
Saving just to get the rollie
Tryna flood the wrist
Think im boxing in the booth
Dropping hella hits
Hustlers ambition
Swear it just dont make
soon the cell would slam So fast
it swept him off my feet
With time I knew and I learned to grow
And harnis energy
Till I hit my full potential
Then I
the truth and she thought i was crazy
might have to buss a nigga acting shady
might have to do the dash and dump the savings
might have to catch yo mans in
down
Pay me summin run it up
Go and get a bag diggin in yo past
Nah nah fuck his dog ass
All about her business join the winning team
Fantasizing how it
a fit,
If I'm in the same clothes
Gotta pocket full of grip,
Never trickin on a bitch
If you ain't got yo own
Don't you ask me fa shit,
What the fuck is
day
Last time I sat down was my birthday
If it's real put this heat in yo purse bae
If it's real put this heat in yo purse bae
Man
Niggas couldn't see
married
Didn't take long to see that that love wouldn't carry
You deserved much more than what you went through daily
Taken way too soon before your time
Straight shooters
Diamond shinning like a frank mulleri
Snake ass sucka
I'm a hard time hustler
Catch you outside
Imma roll you like I'm stuffing blunts
bringin bitches by my place
Jack me off and suck my dick and let me skeet off in her (faaaace~!)
Blackberry start to buzzin, guess her husband askin
[Chorus:]
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this
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
from the street
This is me, I'm ready to beat, whatever, we gon' off' it
One time alone, yo, they pricked up Unique
Meth standing there, rare hustler
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
true-to-life killas, killas
We takin' Other People Money, they money
And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars
Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome
Besides that yo
weak shit, yo
You're weak, you're wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch
Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch
Get out my face, I'm tired
Remember the first time me and Rell counted a hundred bands
Wit boss up playing in the back by money man
Unless you done it you prolly wouldn't even
30 Days and 30 nights
I read my wrongs and proved my rights
Gas turnt me to poltergeist
Know niggas tryna pull a heist
0 cost to lose yo life
Commit
matter, still gone take yo bitch with just one shot
And I'm doing what you couldn't, have that pussy on lock
She just didn't want you, and you right there
Vaporize these niggas holding triggers yo
I coulda put him under
But no time to wonder
It's getting tight up in this piece
Took honey by her hand, to my van
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