Lyrics:
Because together they knew we had a fat ass sack
but you couldn't stand the guns
Couldn't wait to take ya
(AMG)
money
me hear the gang say
If my city is your city get united make it bang gang zero fucks not given no need to be Stressing
Got every block together all my
as hell don't sweat it
Cause good things come to those who wait
By the time you finish your
I got love for ya, nigga
And I ain't forgot ya now that you're
Go get a dude hot n get stuffed in a shoe box yea
I hop up in the whip n find a whore that pop pills
You put me on wax n you can call it a hot deal
Ya
by "Ronin"
You could be the Queen to a King, diamond rings and a scepter
Got you whippin' out on campus in a black Tesla
Fuck a car, I can pay off ya
believe
That i get all this drip
From amazing grace
You know that life is a test
And yes ya boy gonna ace
Blessings on blessings
Fall right on my flesh
from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!"
Yes I rap but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi, screaming, "It's
like dank
Baby all in my square big buddha long hair
Fly Chinese & Black for a mack plus player
D baby I'ma get ya hot want to get ya full
Time is running out
Think about it homie budget what you need
Get up off ya ass no time for you to go and stay in bed and sleep
Go & get the chicken,
thigh
Leg by leg and
I guess.
Ain't no way to get ya out
Your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort
Of a freaky situation
With a peppermint twist
Ricky
the captain, get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
For
all making money uh
Right yadadamean
Ya Digg
You know what the fuck goin on
Digimon
We gonna get into the program
You know what's going on man
It's ya
ba bere
Only rough life la ma embrace
E je sara brief little story ni pa padi mi kan
Omo pastor lo je ni hood but oma ji ikan
Tio ba ti wa Ile mi by
y'all ain't feel a nigga
Had it out with Chris he still my nigga
Sat down,civilized talk about it like niggaz
So I ain't never been served get ya facts
go, temper flare, let it go
Always be his extra back bone, quick to let a nigga know
Always by his side, Eve the apple in his eye
Us together ain't
can't burn themselves anymore
Uh tilt ya head back
Ti ti ti ti tilt ya motherfuckin' head back
Tilt ya head back
Tilt tilt ya head back
Fuckin' round now
that ever done it, need to check and reck
[Chorus: JD and Cross together]
(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance
Song: That's Real
Artist: Get Money Committee ft Sir Bean & Rozay
I'ma keep it real with ya
Keep it real with me with me my nigga and I'm still with
freedom ain't free, we got to do it together
That means (what?), by whatever means necessary
I'm doing God's work, so that means I'm too blessed to worry
how to tell her
I just wanna be with her
Me and her together
I go lean on over
(Ya know)
Kiss under the covers
Kiss under the covers
Maybe I should
blessings will take me wherever
Cuz music is something I’m doing forever
These people be talkin but always just stalkin
I’m praying ya finally get it together
(FIGHT!)
Rico Got That Fye
They asking me where I been at
War in the trenches, I did that
Four fin might push ya' shit back
Speaking on me, get ya
paulie by the dresser got
Paulie by the dresser
Baby this my special
Take that paulie and that hypno then you mix that bih together
Put you on another
All I need is ya smile
So let's go get it poppin
With a glass of champagne
By the time we leaving
You'll be callin out my name
I'm gonna keep it
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