Lyrics:
Vrs 1 (Kmon)
I'm ducked off by lonely
Cookin beats and gettin Stoney
In too deep like comey
Flip that package now you owe me
Tabs on my tongue
the whole team just sitting in silence
Game winning shot you think I rap mid nd I'm thinking Derozan by the line and stop me how
Had that you can't stop
ridin', that's for life
Now we ridin' on these bitches
Ain't no mercy in my eyes
With the Rydas by my
Side, screamin', "Die, motherfucker
Die!"
Never
coporate give up your block and run
Too much paper here to try an' count by ones
Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young
For you haters on the streets
[Fred] Chopper City let 'em know!
[Chopper]
I believe in gettin rich or die tryin
Niggaz is (?) and I'm a warrior like ninja stroll
It ain't nothin,
Bitch I been a "G" all my life
A "G" down to ride
"G's" stay getting high
I'm a "G" 'til I die
A nigga known to bust gats
Take half a day
power, respect
Two chains swingin' (Players)
Freeze tag 'round your neck
Want a (Ayy) big bag tSA carousels
Funny, we live by the bag just
To die by
cause he's gorgeous
recognize the king, the livest team
if I ever do time I prolly die in da bin
turn the one year stress till like 30 to life
same
don't want to go to war, 'cause I'ma bring the brigade
Ask the colonel, we rowdy nigga tryin' to get paid
Affiliated with game, totin' thangs that pain
you cross your enemies out with a "k"
Then you gang related to muthafucka like Violent J
I'm always asked if I'm gang related
By police
you gon' die tryin to "Get Rich"
I spit sick, my lungs' disease is from Asia
My LP's a "Funcrusher" too, my Fantasia's
Roy Jones, knock opponents
Paper chase, parole piss test takers
To make us all the roof makers
Playas, best to keep your crew tight, and game in check
'Cause haters it's
Fuck around and get clapped for poppin at the trap
Real niggas hold it down pussy niggas get slapped
Tryin to give a nigga dap but kick a hater
Move
the hardest
Bombarded with comments by fans
Like "you the man but how come you still live in an apartment?"
Dirty carpet
Regardless the mic's on
Write
Yeah
Hot ass south side dick up in yo
Muthafuckin' mouth nigga
South side till I die
Mississippi
Weak bitch
This hot shit by David Banner
Your
the bitches and henchman at the dough with them pistols lay it down nigga you know why they came to get you.|Get rich or die tryin, live by the iron, you could
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