Lyrics:
shit real you get killed around here, it's not a big deal
Load her out, nigga, use my big bitch for a shield
(You know I'm saying?) Thank you for real
shit real you get killed around here, it's not a big deal
Load her out, nigga, use my big bitch for a shield
(You know I'm saying?) Thank you for real
I walk the street
Talk is cheap so don't talk to me
I don't Care what you thought of me
Live like a boss I pay the cost to be
Police try to slaughter
know
When I’m on the mic
I don’t playdough
I bring the noodles
And the sauce
Fisher price is for tykes
I’m a mother fucking
Boss….Bitch
Get out
that a get you and yo mans dropped
Wasn't at the beach when this shit start popping but i got it out the sandbox
Hit Miami we pulling up in lambs, you
it Up
It's your life, it starts tonight
Kick it up, kick it up
Live your life, it starts tonight
Forget that job, to hell with class, just get
A Dah One Yah Come Top Di Lis
A'right Real Badman Nuh Wear People Pants
We Tek Dancing To A Higher Rank
We Spen' Pound,An Wi Spen Frank
John Have A New
kick rocks kick
Kick kick rocks kick
Kick rocks
If you ain't with him
Can't get him
Bully like to play victim?
Don't like me in they ecosystem
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
you will be hopin' you'll get rich[00:50.52]Sippin' slowly on some liquor if you know me you know I'm no real alcoholic[00:53.93]Homie believe me I am
just really about my suit and tie
Strictly been about business headed to finish you ain’t even know.
Hook:
I’m frank Lucas baby
I’m frank Lucas baby
These are the rough times
Will I get by
Or will I grow old
Roll over and die
It's cold outside
But there's dough outside
The strong will survive
So
Cent, I'll whoop your head with the tool
You better not ever get this shit confused
I robbed the shit out Slick
Rick for his jewels
And rocked them
stupify
cll of these stupid guys
Man I'm stupid fly
You can try
But crossing me will leave you crucified
So choose a side or get moved aside
No, I ain't
played a game of NBA 2k
What? You gonna come clean, what
'cause I whooped your ass?
You wasn't even playing, nigga! Get
The fuck out of here, nigga!
You
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out
bitches).
I get money all about it; try ta play me, we got issues (oh yea).
You fuckin' right, I'm out tha Boot; you fuckin' right, I'm S.M.P. (S.M.P.).
Killa
But A Dah One Yah Come Top Di Lis
A'right Real Badman Nuh Wear People Pants
We Tek Dancing To A Higher Rank
We Spen' Pound,An Wi Spen Frank
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four, fight
Stick to the B-E-A-T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y-T, catching all the lights
Just easy
caught again
Don't wanna go court again
Shout out the area it's me
These bitches get nothing nothing for free
Half of the brothers live in the trap
out
Was thinking bout' you and him
It's why I left every party to go and write all of this
Besides the more that I drank
The more upset I would get
Kick it back, we smoking
And we rolling on the potent
And I think I need a moment
Cause now, this is how we coping now
Get frisk down
In a big rich
Kick it back, we smoking
And we rolling on the potent
And I think I need a moment
Cause now, this is how we coping now
Get frisk down
In a big rich
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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