Lyrics:
a lumberjack better yet a Butcher
Guaranteed to put cha in the right mood
We make ya dance in a frenzy
Sucka's gettin' mad 'cause I'm getting all the Skins, G
years old brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this
[Hook 1
gotta track, what's the hook like
F is off the hook, right
We stole cars while you took bikes
And on a good night, I get ya whole hood sniped
You's
do what
the fuck we gotta do
[Chorus: Mystikal]
I get it started for you, I get it started for you
Soon as I get'cha cause I know that you was
DeRozan
Number one 'cause I'm chosen
(We made it!)
Yeah, tryna take some exposure
I ain't done 'til it's over
Mad at me but I told'cha
I'm great like
Ten dollars
That's all y'all charging for beats now
I mean, I used to charge less than that
Keywords... USED TO
What can ten dollars get cha? Hmmm
heard his crew was hot)
Is you serious dawg?
D-Elite? I ain't even gonna speak on y'all
Y'all ain't worth it
Half of your boys wear turbans
And Cha Cha's
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
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
I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin on this record
No R& B tracks, just niggas on wax
Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps
Every nigga in
Ha, even I don't understand
You know people always tryin' to bite you
And made stuff like you
You da man right now
I ain't mad at cha
Play
tryin' to bite you
And made stuff like you
You da man right now
I ain't mad at cha
Play on playa
shit play on, you can't make it out
The world ain't set for what I'm about to do
Ninety-six tracks mixed down to two
I stepped out the booth, called
Feniko
Yeah
Cha$e D'Amico
My life is full of true beauty ain't no doubt about that
Chillin' everyday with my gold chain and my hat
Playing
I'm 'bout ready to bounce
Trouble on the corner of Blunt Ave and forty ounce
Mad uncivilized lifestyles
Thirty years bids for kids, now that's wild
brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this
[Hook 1]
But if you feel
brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this
[Hook 1]
But if you feel
Raising the bar wasn't easy
Thoughts like a racing car when they're speeding
Going off in the game cuz I'm in my own lane
With a cart by my side
you step into my house
Would you please come with respect?
If not then I'll have to have my man DOA
Drop it, yeah
Come on y'all
What'cha wanna do? Huh
and cakes
Why can't I escape
These lies, straw, mirrors and plates?
In the land of jacks I got my axe over the tracks with stacks
Upon the map in
like mad gorillas
Niggaz need to calm they nerves when I'm concerned
'Cause if you didn't know by now, you all gone learn
I ain't know you really want
stamps for a dollar (Cha-ching)
Yeah, I got faggots in spots like look outs, shooters, drivers and spotters (Yes, I do)
You mad that I made the block hot
years old brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this
[Hook 1]
But
Aw Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you
Hahahaha
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out the red
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