Lyrics:
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
and knock
Y'all down to survive
In this jungle, wilderness, we was raised
By the wolves and the scavengers
Instincts like a animal but it toughened us
Put
Is it i'll, do it need to be fixed
That shit is real Dunn; and stop talking like your skills don't kill
Nah it's just that sometimes I feel like that
You could run or take the window, son
Or feel this hot one
We rip all strifes dun dun
Without a fight' thump
We keep the house dope like piefienies
We
life
The 40th Side of life, dunn we keepin it tight
[Cormega]
Yo it ain't just the music
Group aspirations or ghetto illustions
It's the product,
Supernatural
Attribute your crew turnin' those goons to statue like Medusa was lookin' at you
Clap you with your own heat, homie
If this was L.A., I'd be
gleam from one ring
They let me let y'all niggas know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of living
Just know you're not alone on this lonely road
The one less traveled
No you're not alone
Know you're not alone uhh
I see you just getting by
But
Aiyyo wordup Dunn
Man you know how I feel
Gotta be more to it than this word up
This what it's all about Dunn? Uh?
Eating drinking fucking
I'm up in your life, play you trife
Brook-lyn, bring it on nigga
Chorus
Verse Three: Puff Daddy
Can you feel me baby? I been away a long time
Is it
and waiting man
I been on minimum wage, feel like I'm trapped in this phase
Demons just broke out the cage
Niggas ain't safe when its lity lity
Leave them all
[Intro: Redman]
Gilla House niggas
Check it out
('Cause I like it!)
[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo! I'm Ghetto Fab, hungry
Beastie Boy with (Brass Monkey)
[Chorus: Havoc (4x)]
You gotta (hold on)
No matter (how long)
And it seems (so long)
[Verse Two: Prodigy]
I can't believe they got my dunn, it feel like my
Deep, yeah clinton Sparks
This is H right here
Got P by my side you heard?
Uh huh, let's do it like this check it out
Get familiar clinton Sparks dunn
of my heart
Man this is silly
I ain't got nothing but slugs for you bitch-ass niggas, know what I mean?
Fuck all why'all niggas, straight like that
ain't not me, you an imposter, duke
Getting fucked for your money
Like a prostitute
I'm the CA-crooked letter crooked letter-IDY
Who you know cook
ask a lot of questions
I repeat this is not a question
If you don't reply quick enough I gotta press em
Keep the glock by the intestines, .38 waist
Wit
limousine looks nice but I'm gonna go call a cab
Naw naw naw naw
A Maserati cab
This can't be what you're used to
Ha
Naw you ain't seen nothin' like
Dedication it made me a lot
Of them faces I get to the gwap
Ya be patient like time gonna stop
I be racin like time on the clock
And this flexin a must
serious or rehearsin' I just gotta keep cursin'
This is for the radio so I better chill
They won't play it if I co get ill
But I'm like that and that's
of other shit, man this is crazy! Acting, writing
Like I'm just so, I can't believe I'm here man, we grinded for so long, we worked for so long, yo
a tough one
Did dirt, got dirt, shit only got worse
Been asked god why he put me on this earth, yo
Not for nothin' dunn, I want it all - can you blame
like Macy's or Bloomingdale's
The Century 21 son, the new portfolio dunn
Now it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cap and fleece wear
One wear plaids the Don
is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
'Cause I tell it how it is,
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