Lyrics:
truly mock me
But who can stop me, from breakin' niggaz off like Fujiyaki?
My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics
Niggaz
Is this muthafucka on?
(Check-check 1-2
Yeah bitch, go check your muthafuckin puss
Yeah, this's your homeboy Jay from the Romper Room Crew
We just
commit Seppuku
And live on through my children and stories cause I got buku
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catcha girly by the toe
If she squealing let it blow
live to see the birth of the kids
Reminisce bout the shit that we did
Sometimes wish you were still by my side
We were living it up we're both chillin
Get your motherfuckin' glass, 'cause it's a blast from the past
You didn't think would touch it two times, nigga
Gin and Juice up in this bitch,
me get up from a loss, it make 'em act a fool
Brodie just touched down in KCI, somehow he brought the tool
Dogging niggas, ruthless, I'm
do
It 'cause i've done it enough
And if he wants to fight yeah
Well take him on
Come on girls stop - wake up we ain't playing
Whatever man at this
Don't hit my line
Don't hit my phone
Yeah
Chop it up in the mix yeah what we doing?
Chop it up how we live? What we pursuing?
Pull up we rocking you know
turn him into a king
I was looking at her in the limelight, pearly whites
Said her man get paper but he don't live right
All these emotions flowing
your mind right to it
And take it day by day and trust us you will get right through it
You go live your life to the fullest
Son we know that you can do
pump ya krills ta dis
Be carefull, Harlem World will get this
(chorus) {2:12}
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for?
by my collar
Like a veteran can't hold me down
Never
But when the end day, they try
It's comedy
Ha ha ha ha ha
David Letterman live in the alley in
got up out the mix and hit the crib
And you know what shorty bout to get when she get in the crib
But anyway
Girl I got something to tell you
Don't you
to the realness from back in the past?
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen
We
and demandin'
From the get-go got the ghetto get a medal cause it's standin'
I'm makin' a buck, they takin' a buck, the tax that attacks the world
A system
They got love for me
Outsiders get outta line
Get burnt up from the heat
I'ma play it how it go
Be down to the finish
Fuck havin' friends cuz friends
(What else?), then hit the stu' with us
You see my crew, boo? Yeah, it's only a few of us (true)
You gettin' money, honey? That'll make two of us (woo)
on the block or locked by the cops
Or shot like Biggie Smalls and Tupac (rest in peace my niggas)
Run it I never fronted
I got my whole crews life
by the neck
Any way I touch you, walk with me..
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. GRRRRR
This ain't the way it's supposed to be (B.S.!)
This ain't the way it's
the Dunn, P., but not the bottle
I keep broads by the (?)
Shape and mold em like waffles
Call em by the palm, get up in they ear like 'Uhh' make a dike
I know it gets ugly
When the world around you seem to fake, girl will you trust me
Girl, you know I'm with it, we can hop up in the fitted
I just
like Rolento
Did you win if your purpose is just perfect potential?
Did you live up to it, is you just doin' the minimum?
Used to get fifty views, now
into the bottle, mix it up, and turn the ash into plaster
Give it to your bitch
Tell her "Make statues of me just to capture my win"
My girl would
and he won’t write back
Sent him pictures with his girl I know he won’t like that
SV why you lying you ain’t got it sold like that
Remember you was up
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