Lyrics:
(Bust Down)
Yo what's up ice mike
(mike)
What's up? I'm chillin recording, watching these bitches
(bust down)
What's up cody
(cody)
Back to the muthafuckin' basket
Might shoot a fade, that's a goddamn classic
Feeling like Mike, cause I ain't gon pass it
Now there's bad blood like
Chorus
I copped My Moms a home, I'm yelling Amen, A couple cars too, yelling Amen, Got Missed by them shots, I'm Yelling amen, I never did a bid
nigga and I ball, player
Never save a ho, can't even get a life saver
She gon fuck our way to
The top and fall later
So I'mma fuck her, never call her
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
she in love with a dope boy
And she ain't worried 'bout them other hoes, old boy Mike got one
Don't be ashamed of the projects shawty, let 'em know
don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle
Dialogue
Mike, Mike pick up the phone man.
This is Roscoe, down here at the club punk.
Come on man I'm throwin' a party tonight, man ya got ta be
no way around!\"" Over shall we go so hasten now...! From stern to bow...! Tilt the galley over For no emperor nor chain will stand in my way Man
and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks
Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock
Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran
Repping
the drop top with the knocks out then I slide off with your bitch
I done stabbed niggas in prison, when they come home I'm getting them clipped
I shoot
Making my way home, home, home
It's been a long road, it's been a long road
I'm making my way home
Put ma niggas on this ship
We're making our way
Dolarz
I was the first young nigga melting niggas
I gave y'all motivation
So if this ass whooping you taking Is your
Way of showing your token
I was turning nineteen, on a cold December night
Burning like kerosene for nearly half of my life
And I barely had the GPA to make it out of Eugene
Theres something bout you
Baby, there's something bout
The way you
Got me shaking
Like a seizure
No mistaking
I would die for your heaven
I could lie
that's on any given song
I be picking flows, any mini miney mo
I'm a full package , but don't leave me by the door
You know I got the power, St. Patrick,
many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many ways, ways to get paid
Wake up every day
Money to be made
Poppas know my name
Boys
and now I'm home,
cnd you gave me a mike, paid me to play, that's a mistake but here I go
Mind you,
Scoured this world with a fine tooth,
Hoping that I
my whole tribes lively
I got anger and confusion standing right beside me
That's why when I'm alone at home I'm not lonely
Please do not drop by
[Omar Epps]
O.E., Big High Scene, whatever you like
Old deal, slash by and competitive type
I'm better than Mike, the Jordans is up in the shelf
Next
take you back (W-W-W-Way Back!)
I'ma take you back, take take you back
I'ma take you back, take take you back
See, 'cause it's twisted..
In the future,
home home
Twerk something you brought the wolf pack
There is enough of me for you and you
Good news she be talking to her friends
The homie mike d girl
I'm comin' Lord, for my heavenly reward
I'm comin' home to you, can you see me comin' thru
Thru clouds of persecution, and stumblin' on my way
I
away from here, oh
Way, way, way away from here
Way, way, way away
Stare all night at my phone
To feel less alone
Less at home and more
Way, way, way
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