Lyrics:
take me
Respect mine, I'm livin'life by the tech 9
I'm livin' now while I'm still hea
Fuck it when I'm gone
Long as tha homies pour the beer I know
Remix,
We gotta lotta money,
Come on we didn't have to hurt em' like
Dis 50, well anyway, g-unit!
I got money in the bank (yea)
Shawty what
On my daddy they just let a dog out tha cage
Momma look at tha man that your son done became
I'll never switch up on my Niggas just for aa lil bit
[Mr. Lil One (Talkin)]
This is a story
Of me
Being a sick ass mothafucka
As a youth
Shootin mothafuckas like you
And bitches like you
You all fall
[Mr. Lil One (Talkin)]
This is a story
Of me
Being a sick ass mothafucka
As a youth
Shootin mothafuckas like you
And bitches like you
You all fall
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
yeahh
Told lil bish don’t try fall in tha lové may not end well
Hard for me to earn mf trust
Daddy mad cause don’t gotta go work
Cause I work for my mf
wit 80 years
Shit we livin in a cold world
Day by day tryna make it through
I run that check up on my own girl
& I be lyin tha to say on
Times I felt I
to fold
Tell tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I
B.B.Q over A1
I gott sauce I gott juice
I got stay on
Future drip
Lil water on me drip
Strides don't come in inch
Haters come wit a stinch
Pocket fa
Santana bitch I’m
Cam off in that Rover
Whole thing wrapped round & it’s?
Right by tha motor double G, Gucci, Prince
& snakes all on my loafers
Bumbleclot
Off tha rip
Look
I gotta get back to them chips
Ain't trippin' up over no bitch
Nah
I'm pickin' bout four extra shifts
Up
I've come a long way from
with nothin
[Mr. Lil One]
Now never you know
where the hoe want to go
act up on the low
would it be wrong
would it bocome
put tom up in a pond
commit
My que yea I gotta go go I rock by myself Ima solo
Can't fuck wit you niggas y'all homos
I do for myself ion need nobody
I got my own mind ion gotta
and leavin her ass with nothin
[Mr. Lil One]
Now never you know
where the hoe want to go
act up on the low
would it be wrong
would it bocome
put tom up
spray ground
Tatted on me lay down
I be on tha block selling rocks by tha 8 pound
Cops try to stop a nigga
Scrapping till he go down
Leave em wit no
Tryin to bump that tryin to show em where ya heart at
Ima show ya where the thug at
You gotta live that, I gotta fake that
You a itty bitty rat gettin
down you know what I'm talkin about
A lil' somethin' for tha ladies
(Chorus)
It's not love, don't get it twisted
I'll make you feel so good but you
from my head
I can go like a Leviathan
I be all up inside again inside again
All up inside of lil' shawty she got my head on spin
ya arteries,
These lil niggas don't want war with me, want no war with me
I'm a real street nigga, you can tell by how I talk
You can tell from my
(Mrs.)
It's so much on my plate, I might not get to do the dishes
And way more bread to make before I'm sleeping with the fishes
Fuck it though, I gotta go
they house
I blow alot of money when I go up in my vault
Cause I'm platinum bound and I'm still hot
Who's tha man who's the boss
Who's the nigga
tha street a nigga had 2 fuckin walk
Jus 4 that now everywhere I go a nigga gotta ball (ball)
This some real shit, nigga I ain’t bluffin
On tha real
the field by the way I feel
If it's tied at the end Ima work for the meal
Gotta go hard for the people look up to me
Talking dat shit but can't hate
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