Lyrics:
1, 2, 3
It's a light show
Hit tha lights
Check out how my ice glow
Through tha night
She say I'm a psycho
I'm too buck
Pull up at tha night show
Fuck
around the building
Shit's ready to blow
Making music is my passion, keeping it a buck
Always finding ways to make a couple bucks
And nobody is gonna tell
to push them out the way
If you touch one of mind I'm gone have to catch a case
Blow a whistle wave it off that's a flag on the play
We gone rumble we gone
[DJ Paul:]
Yo, Right now we gonna dedicate this to all our soldiers,
Over there fightin for us,
You know what I'm sayin,
For all our fallen
the motto
Let me see you throw them things
And if it's real nigga keep it real
Show me your game I'm sure gonna claim
What the fuck is mine my nigga I'll
his ass
I'm gonna steal his drums too
Dwayne
I know that motherfucker
He ain't shit
Come from outa the projects?
No talent ass bastard
Fuck all
the game hoe
I'm still gonna make dough
Turn me up a little bit louder
James with the powder
Blow it's time for show
They wilding for them folks
What you
bucks by the buku
Everybody in the area know
Ho the only thing switching is the area code
Shit is much bigger than the area show
Now I'm thinking bigger
mechanic but I got a tool
Fuck around you gonna look like a fool
Talk down on the gang get sent to the moon
Body drop we gonna send out balloons
Walk in
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Chorus]
Way now over there
I'm a now how to make a nigga beg please
When a bullet goes by
Probably feel a little
Move by the day I be moving
I'm back in the A, now I'm here for the motion (Splash)
Climb to the top like a ladder
I fly like a bird, I'm the one
and Method Man
Rock a bye baby from the rooftop
When the guns blow your cradle gets rocked
When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall
rump,
At night to the broad daylight
If you wanna gang fight droppin y'all one by one,
Coming at them with the quickness with the flickness,
Gonna sign
gonna happen
I am hotter by the mile, the rock
Got a habit i admire, mad drive known to inspire
So we not gonna stop, got,
A lotta people saying we
pound, nigga that's the motto
Let me see you throw them things and if it's real
Nigga keep it real
Show me your game
I'm sure gonna claim
What
fuck niggas so many times
That I keep them bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause
To feed 'em, on my grind, gonna need
the jeans be cut
Rick Owen socks, Rick Owen for the dubs
Bitch I fly to Greece and you know I kept the stubs
Giannis 34 and I'm playing for the Bucks
What
won't you save me?
I am just a baby
Said I'm gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show
I should be shooting for the stars
But I'm beaten, covered in scars (Yeah)
Burnt up like Owen Lars
Wish I could get away to Mars (Mars)
It would be
flows by myself
Pour more go go gadget
I'm in Slow Mo
4 More bars
I got double though
And a couple hoes
Running in yo door
Running to the dough
Running up
Rottweilers
And shoot at him
That's my black friend, he a real black pimp
He got my own car, he don't need no rig
Loan me 6 bucks, I'll pay you back quick
I'm
fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck, buck, buck soufle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch
It's where the blacks rub, what, fuck
keep us delighted
Me a buck precent yours
You a buck percent mine
No holds barred
What I like about is you don't blow my phone up
We agree on the slot,
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