Lyrics:
brain
I know what's on her mind now
Dealin' with a lame
But he don't gotta find out!
I'm outside by the car with
The tennis shoes laced up
Mirror for
to mama
Yeah, you stand next to mama
I put holes in ya mama
You’ll die by her, you was close to your mama
Niggas sleeping on war in ya smoking pajamas
Not
caps so I step back
Holla at them niggas wit' my hand on my strap
Ain't tryin' to see, they tryin' to makin' me a memory
I'm definitely first, if you
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
at 4
Then I'm headed right back to the studio
If you need the hook up
Give a nigga a holla
I slide through your hood, in the gold impala
Drop off
Hoe kept looking over her motherfucking shoulder black
That's when I seen them fools roll up in the Cadillac
And like Bone say them bitches holla
01. DRIFTERS UNION
We came a long way
Troubled juveniles, criminal profiles
Life was always rough, life was never easy
We stand our ground
Hell
strike
'Bout to feed their appetite, get it right
I'm a bring the real back (Real back)
Yeah, so I'm a bring the real back (Real back)
It's clever words
rolling blunts in the back
I'm just going to tell it like it is, ex military never ever been a scary nigga staying on my biz
On the grind is how I live is
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
told me, all the way, go straight to that ass
Make a student be late for the class
She make a nigga wanna holla even throw a couple dollars
So I gotta
I been here since yesterday
I ain't even take a shower
More money more power, more
Power, more business, more bitches
Tryna holla when they see you by
Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style
Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile
A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict
With
wit dank
(Seven Deuce)
Pooh, come again, boy
Fool, snort hop, some snort crack
Fire up the indo and straight kick back
With a bitch or maybe
And only recoup to pay back what you sold
Over budget your video, got pimped like a hoe
My niggas move slo-mo like robotic clones
I'd rather be alive
Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style
Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile
A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict
With
to a beat produced by BDP (Woy)
One of the many, from the library (Woy)
I teach HIP-HOP for a living
So here's a smidgen, of what I'm givin
KRS-One two three
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
wit her man frontin' on me
I'll holla at her when she done wit homie
Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaks
One named Tasha, one named Monique
You know i want yall to just sit back
And think for a second you know what i mean
Now theres a lot of haters out there
Hatin on peoples relationships
Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to act
Eight
tings doh pop off, dem a smile and dey laugh
Dem would, ah, love to see you fall by the waste side
Dem holla big up your past, spread for you, down fall
smokin weed until they come and we can fall back
Shootin back for the small scratch
Trey-Fo' what you call that?
Pull up my drawers Girbauds
at two rats
And I rolled like two sacks
Ever since you were my homie
Came up
In the same truck
Full of drunk hunnies holla who that
Laid back its a couple
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