Lyrics:
happen
I pick out a bag and I know that it's heat
Wedding pie, Motorbreath buy it by the P
I could mail the pack but ima drive it on me
Fuck roadblocks I
like the back of my hand
And I would shoot the breeze
With the roots and trees
I'd go by the river
And watch the way the devil dances
But never took his
with the murder squad, with a stolen rod (stolen rod)
You know me, bitch, I be YB, I'm a grave digger
Green flag, youngins shoot for me, he a grave
Highspeed - yea we get off onna cops (skrrrrrrt)
Than after that we head back to da block (head back to the block)
You kno i'm strapped give a fuck
Been left in the shadows been left in the back
I come with some pain but it's deep in my past
These niggas will shoot 'til you drop
But you gotta get
damn, that punchline delivers
Hold up wait a minute, moment of silence
Hm, fuck it
Let's get back to wylin'
Blood on your Timbs, shoot shoot
Blood
damn, that punchline delivers
Hold up wait a minute, moment of silence
Hm, fuck it
Let's get back to wylin'
Blood on your Timbs, shoot shoot
Blood
we made love (yeah, yeah)
Side by side (Side by side), babe, you got the beans, I got the weed, yeah, rolling stone
Baby, side by side, eyes don't lie,
Oh yeah you know my name - Because I'm loudest in the streets
When it's time to spit it out - You're getting grounded on these beats
1-2-3 shoot back
Beeotch!
Talk about these hoes Big
I got a bitch that suck my dick 'til I nut
Spit it on my gut and slurp that shit back up
Ain't that a slut
I'm sure that you would not agree but honestly I'm tired of talking walk along and follow me I'm about to show you what I do boy when I shoot I follow
[Layzie Bone]
Now I sound so raw, cos I'm down by law,
Trying to play me cos I'm rapping I will break yo jaw,
Catch a nigga in these streets
the punches so I survive
I bob and weave, move my feet from side to side
I'm back, stronger than ever, surprise surprise
They try to take me out the game,
On the plane to South Central
Never get played by the monkey wrench ho
Steady mobbin' I'm just like Robin Hood
Up to no good, so many bitches on my wood
call me thief and take from me
Shoot me in my back and Harlem shaking while you get the plea
Throwing pennies in my eye then ponder why I cannot see
I
your face time
I'm intrigued by so many plays
Increase ways to get paid
You know imma go make mine
Stick to the plan
Dont matter your hustle
Every dollar
and head back into town
Then I grab a shotgun
I load it full of quarters
I go to find the first mother and daughter I can
And when I pull the trigger, it
the feelings mutual
And I'm my own boss
I don't gotta get approval
My demons got me dressing in all black
And I shoot you
I'm by myself when I slide
I
This was always designed
This was always designed
By power of the mind, power of the mind
Power of the mind, power of the mind
I been at loss suffered
I was rocking the house
I?m a hustler, baby, coming up
I hustle every day and I don?t sell drugs
I don?t run no gangs, don?t shoot no dice
Gave
I would rather die than to try to get it all back
Tell me am I losin, losin
21, It's my move
Slow it down when I shoot
Know it's all mine
Last Christmas I bought you some gifts
Sitting cozy by the fire place and
Wondering if your mind was racing like me
This Christmas I ain't buy you no
bitch we go off M's
If my brother shoot I bet it's for the win
I was broke before but never not again awe man
We get rich and then we duck off had to tell
'ma shine as fvck
I know you'd be thinking it'd be by some luck
I'm here to tell you it ain't even by my work
An understatement if you say my songs rock
I put
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