Lyrics:
Real n*gga til im deceased
I used to run with the plug
Im in a room full of thugs
I cant be moving no drugs
I give the work to my cuz
He hit the jug
Im
Lover her nah I a never mind a bitch
Fuck her with the flash on
Smile lil bitch
Play it on the cam now rewind the shit
Trying to flex yo head on gotti
chest full of 12 4-pound rounds
nigga lay down, kid you assed out now
[Havoc]
no doubt, the infamous reppin' up in this
know what i'm sayin'
next up
man ever since I hopped off the steps
Like Lord guide those(Does), dear(Deer) Lord I need yo help
Life is pretty much black and white with me like a ref
em bleed
I call up BG he gone make yo ass believe
I remember back when they ain’t believe me at first
Drag my name thru the mud and tried to leave it
My mellow Latee was kicking flavor
The R.E. posse said "Yo Latifah we can do this"
So I paused in the thought and in my brillance I caught
And I
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
we'll die
Time just keep flying by
Moneys good you cant buy your time
Smoke trees till the day is done you made money so you know you won
Blessed up
full of money
You can never save the world with a rebellions mind
You capping if you ever say yo shit better than mine
I put everything in this
I'm
it by myself but you know Aj he got aim too
I could make one call and call up Clanzz cause he gon' bang too
Man who the fuck put Heem and Kaygo Gotti
yo I ain't no lover
I'm a pimp, mack daddy, lookin for the dollar
At thirteen I bought a six-fo' Impala
Rollin, and runnin from the police
Brother
I'm the shit
They couldn't piss me off
It's my time
They caint tick me off
Y'all find the sauce
cnd still be lost
Half court full court
Press
Thirteen thou', let me clear my tab
I ain't fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad
I don't like talkin' 'bout shit that we did
A bitch stop
streets
A few weeks back I robbed a nigga for a ki
Kickin it on the block, slingin' d to o-p-e
Yo, runnin' from the five-o, you think this shit is
Heat!
Verse 1:
Yaow, everybody,
cround the World!
Time to elevate yo mind,
For The Miami Heat ("Yessuhh!") - one time. Miami Knights to K.O.D.,
to feel like a full moon in the night
Look up at the starlight when you realize
It's just me, myself, and I
I'm a, business, b***h
Been on my Irv Gotti
I
you’ll be soaring
Think about you all the time when I’m out here touring
Working 9-5 and I know that you’re busy
Thinking bout you all the time it’s
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
Times that by two girl
And it all adds up to you
You're special
You're very special
Yea you in first place
You deserve a medal yea
Just hold on
Wait
I'm
called, for such a time as this!"
You can't resist the change
And you're not condemned by your yesterday
If you can grab hold of your now, and move in your
your whole team up)
Take care of B.I., Chef (got your back John John)
(Yeah, bust it, yo, yo)
Fly G.I. Nigga
Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is
your whole team up)
Take care of B.I., Chef (got your back John John)
(Yeah, bust it, yo, yo)
Fly G.I. Nigga
Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is
on!
To my man Milk!
And Thai!
Like I said before the whole O.G.B. is in full effect!
[Outro: A friend]
Most definitely
Sent a shout on
To the freestyle
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