Lyrics:
age M-I-N-T
With a diamond glist, like jewelry
You hold on, you'll see, if it kill me
All city, bound to be rich, without the filthy
My players
this one for Juice
I am the one, bitch, you a deuce (brrt)
Niggas give it up in my city
Really shed blood in my city (get love in my city)
Niggas'll
supposed to hold me down
You only held your hand out to me
Quiet as kept; I ain't wanna speak on it
But you're posting pictures like this shit is sweet all
'm incitin' a riot
If you ain't hear me clear, my nigga
I said, as I start to promote the peace
And I say, "Stop the violence," I think I'm incitin' a riot
get it when I'm rocking in your city hey.
Automatic, I'm with it I'm diplomatic, I'm winning, I'm taking pictures with bitches with bomb kitty hey.
Ya
I made sure to change from my pajamas to real clothing and report to my keyboard in my living room by 5:00 PM every day, I had to write at least one
You would be the coldest alive if I died tonight
But that ain't the case, so the title belong to I
You wanna take the title away, shit, come and try
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
to meet me
At the gates of that city four square
Through the years, through the tears, they've gone one by one
But they'll wait at the gate until my
the plan that
I have in hand
Hold it, when I go and get the gold
It’s just silver and platinum and
The jewelry is outsold
When it’s off the shelf, it’s off
touch your heart
Tryna win your soul
This song going plague
Didn’t come for gold
There is 100 way to make it
Young boy choose your part
I knew my
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
Money on my mind
That mean I'm thinking of loot
Shit, ain't it the truth
Money is the top prio- "Money Over Murder
" that's the title of my bio
We cop
When the smoke clears, and I see the light
I'm surrounded by four walls
Padded and white
In a straightjacket, dammit
This isn't the end
Curses,
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
see the value I hold
Unless I'm filling up they pockets or I'm bringing em gold
World so cold
I'll be murdered by the streets before I sell my soul
I
[Parrish Smith]
Yeah, epmd and das efx, time to flex
Like funkmaster, back to business in your tape deck
Steel I hold it, put it together blindfolded
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
year
2020 Got a clear view
Applying pressure
Switching gears
Hold on
Money is calling
I pick up the phone
Not talking bout money?
Bitch leave me alone
No
back
To the tippy, come from a crazy city
Bloodshed leave the dirt red like Mississippi
That's why I'm buying it brick by brick
Run the baseline til I
can handle
And no I ain't content with that gold on the mantle
If hip-hop's dead then I rose from the shambles
As him to which why'all can't hold
the smoke clears
And I've seen the light
Surrounded by four walls padded in white
In a strait jacket damn it!
This isn't the end curses, super hero!
We shall
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
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