Lyrics:
routine player
I'mma go get 'em, mix 'em up like a dealer
Man three is company, b**** call me Jack Tripper
Step up out the club wit a dizzy head
I got
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
(Jose the Plug)
Ayy
Man, this street shit ain't no fun, niggas lost everybody (everybody)
It ain't even fair no more, the rats be out here
GOD AND GUNS
WE LAY BY CHOPPAS
BITCH WE SHOOT FOR FUN
WONT HAVE NO ONE’s
YOU CAME TO JUMP
ILL EMPTY ALL MY GUNS
COME DRAW THE CHALK
BITCH WHAT YOU
Five mil a year, that's Gucci
Smoke a blunt, pop a pill
Snort a line, who cares
Get the popcorn out, it's a movie
Sir Mix-a-Lot, serve bricks a lot
(yea, manall you fuckin
Private Pyle muthafuckas, man
You gotta step ya game up, man
But first, iron your uniform, you know
Get your shit together
vases on the day I retire
You can smell me grindin', fillin' rooms with iron perspire
Portuguese and Irish, not Sir Michael O'Dwyer (what the fook)
It's
I'm all original
When you an aunthentic g
You ain' t invisible
Unfortunately it doesn't mean
That you invincible
So I keep iron within my palm
Reach
Yeah, yeah
Uh
I been thru a lot things in my life man
Where I either got thru it or I got over it
Either way I still grew
Long love my niggas man
Alright, let me see what I got so far man
We hеre baby my heart poundin'
Come on baby, it's go time
Part I: "AHHH HA" by Lil Durk
Zel finna slide
Ayy, hit the block and sell drugs (woo, woo)
That's exactly how it was
Take the Sprite and take the codeine (and mix it)
And I pour me up a cup
Get
a physician
Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission
Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid
Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade
You never heard my voice
back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with
a picture of tha squad One by one watch me crop
You can’t pull or swipe my card
I be stepping a lot
Look I’m from the Ville folk
Where we rob steal deal
Man, I wanna tell you all something, man
Man I'm not gonna let these material things
Get in my way, y'll
I'm trying to get somewhere
I'm trying
to delete a lot clowns in the process
Fuck that shit, we keepin' them bitches hot
'Cause we making them millions and the haters ain't in the spot
Haters
his grimy clothes and said
Hey kid what's the name of this town
The frightened boy said Grandville sir the man said well what do ya know
Ha I used
eagle had iron flyin' 'til you migrated south
Shit, I don't pop a lot, I just drop 'em on the sky
(What that mean?)
Mean I knock whoever violated out
know bro
But I got a big brain like Mojo Jojo
My buddy still rep that Rojo
I prayed that he don't get 187 by the Po Po
Or 1053 by a Cholo ah
Man down,
stage
In front of that crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was what
Man look at these suckers
I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler
It just so happens
Man, I wanna tell you all something, man
Man I'm not gonna let these material things
Get in my way, y'll
I'm trying to get somewhere
I'm trying
a new street, so posse move ahead
We all look kinda suave, the crew you can't forget
The Mix-A-Lot Posse, cold rippin' up the set
My Posse's On Broadway
to squeal, makin' sour deals
Thugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx humble
??? devils get
by the grim reaper
To all my peoples in the man keeper
Let'cha situation be a teacher
Ain't nothin like a education
When I was locked down I
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