Lyrics:
federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the corner's younger
I smell feel touch
the fence, brick stashed in the hood
Top work by the inch, I bag it, it's gone
Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones
Some niggas ball, some niggas do
that thing by my side, don't know who to trust
I ain't get no slice out the pie, they left me the crust
Now I'm poppin' like a soda can, I could fuck
to it
I'm trying to keep up with my Jones' and Thomas'
'Til I'm broke like them New Year's Eve promises
And that's alright, I just penned another
and it was a boss to play with these racks, uh (woo)
We get it poppin' at Saks, Peter the pepper, green stacks (Peter)
Highest deliver these racks, bound
lifted off my chest
Poppin word pass the porch but not popular
Peeping at the past like grandpa binoculars
When I pull up monopoly why not believe it's
keep it tight we don’t give slack
Why change, dimes keep on runnin back, but I’m the quarterback and all I do is pass
I’m jus poppin, don’t pop pills,
Ive been to the places they said id never go yeah
I gotta get my heart again so i can take it home yeah
Houston
We have lift off
In 5 4 3 2
I
To save my soul I can't get a date
Baby's got it tuned on channel eight
Wyatt Earp and the Big Cheyenne
Comin' thru the T.V. shootin' up
Because you are going to be one
Who gets hurt
Measly by the end of it
Yea I pop out with a tec
Yea I pop out on my hoe and now she gripping on my
your hatred for me
You'll get turned into a dead corpse right before me
Real underground baby
And the preacher man said
(Hallelujah!)
See 'em kissing in the kitchen
By bathroom
Butcha don't let it phase you
Go hit the bar up
Go and key his car up
Tell him that it's karma
Can't keep me
the projects, bang, bang, pow, pow
Is how it sounds
[Chorus]
Life in the projects
Where it's hard to get by
But you got it 'cause your spot's gettin'
(Damion Jones)
It’s many ways to get bread, but I choose one.
Living the life of a baller, before the food’s done.
And ima do anything to get my
mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga doin' it,
Bet that baby.
These other niggas dough I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get back boy this a set back,
affair
Some people say that it's wrong
But it's the only love we know
And it keeps on getting strong
Every time we see each other
Our love gets
affair
Some people say that it's wrong
But it's the only love we know
And it keeps on getting strong
Every time we see each other
Our love gets
what he’s in for
Well this is the side you want them to see
Well is this really who you want to be?
Poor young Jim didn’t have what it took
And now he’s
daughter
So I'm hard on a bimbo
When it come to the bars
Shit harder than the laws
Made by Jim Crow
I feel like Leo
I'm stuck in limbo
Do whatever to get
to use it so test me and I'll get it poppin for real.
So don't you ever get it twisted
See I'm rollin wit some misfits
And we drippin like some slit wrist
You're on a tightrope ride
Nobody by your side
Well, you're all alone
Gotta find a new home
Don't go over the line
You better keep on time
music being made
It’s gon get a look, right?
That’s how your music gets on
That’s how A$AP is poppin right now
You know
But at the same time if there’s
her head game wonderful
I bought you bottles, bitch (bottles), you don't owe me pussy
Keep on, keep on poppin' it (poppin' it), you know I'm lookin'
gon' get it, I figure it's minutes away, might just get it today
I ask your chick if she feeling like running away, & just coming with me
She started
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