Lyrics:
Saturday
I just go do it for money for my Fam ya I'm trying to live right ya
I just go do it for money
I just go do it for money ya ya
I just go do it for
hang em all by ropes
Never put trust in yo players They always do the most
Get this paper by slice but we headed straight for the loaf yeah
Verse 2
I need you to die, make yo' mama cry
Never hit my line but lemme take yo' life
Death by gunfight, that's my type
So bounce, bounce, bounce with
That a do like you (uh) and feel like this (uh)
I knew like few who real like this (uh)
I do like you, S-H-E-R (yeah)
Baby we are, two of the flyest,
all of my niggas, they forever here by my side
It was just eight niggas in a two bedroom, no leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real
dealing
How many caskets can we witness
Before we see it's hard to live
This life without God, so we must ask forgiveness
Ask mama I got this urge
this is it
I'm the next n*gga to come up and I did it all from my crib
I'm numero uno
These n*ggas number 2
These n*ggas basic
These n*ggas not the crew
go to church, I'm a protestant
Glad we don't have them confessions
Call H.R. we about to diversify
Love to my mama she my ride or die (I love you mama
get funky with it
Too Live Crew public with
Hippy Chick and she fucking with it
This it, she gon' ride all night
Midnight Club Edition
Yeah Marshawn
Out here with the same team
(Won't switch sides)
Just trying make it mainstream
(And get by)
No Tris inside my bloodstream
This wockhardt got me
complete light and be like
I'm a live life after this one crime
One line from the Megalah blow spines
Everyone knows the city's ill, cats kill
Still
sh*t
Yeah
How I Live b*tch
How I Live
Yeah
Yeah Didn't have sh*t ya'll ain't give
Nah
Nah
Did it by myself cuz I'm that kid
Yeah
Yeah
Filthy rich promise
to eye just when we f*****g call me handsome
Calling me her daddy I don't ever gotta answer
Big racks by the stick
Push weight in the click
Lil mama bad
hardened criminals know the average Joe's miserable woe
Though they both live by different codes
Niggas don't know how I developed such a difficult flow
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
See life around here changes like the wind
Souls trapped by circumstance
don't know where it begins or ends
I sit on rooftops and watch my city with
I'd never be shit but I promise you won't place a bet
Ima get it all or nothing
When you step please come correct
Mama said baby you blessed
Make sure
the fuck up I told you to hush
I don’t give a fuck R,E,H,D,O, double G
I’m an Old G fuck me fuck you
Three minus two I told you before
Your mama is a whore
Mobb Deep yeah
Clinton Sparks! We're about to
Pop off real fast this is H right here
Got P by my side ya heard?
(Uh, huh) Let's do it like this
Check it
Whaaaat
Turn up, money burn up, I do it daily
Adidas and a beeper, I'm from the 80's
Slap my mama before I let you marks play me
You boyfriend mad
K-H-J Los Angeles!
Portions of today's programming are reproduced by means of electrical transcriptions or tape recordings
You can hear the music
and jacuzzis
We turn up and get loopy
I have fun somebody sue
2 am
Barely feel it
At 3 am
I was tweakin
By 4 am
No weakness
By 5 am
I was peakin
Like
Fucked up
wrist bust down Audemar
Lil' mama, I'm a country star (I'm a country star)
I've come too far, I've come too far (Too far)
Horsepower whip with a star
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