Lyrics:
We own the hood (For real though)
And we live by it, die by it then ya heard me
I got crib in Florida, and I don't even stay there
Been bought
and pagers, rollin ten deep to Las Vegas
Copped a live croc, chopped it up, hit my block off
wit gators, feedin peoples, from the bridge to Dequatas
But now,
gon' boom
Dougz is goin' with who?
Doug throw five, I throw ten back at you
Like i'm Mr go-Cool With The-Deuce
(Run that up, Rico)
Ayy, we don't do
me,
I live the life of a No Limit soldier,
I run wit pimps an dealaz, I thought I told ya,
but we all about our piz-aper,
that's why I
live the life of a No Limit soldier,
I run wit pimps an dealaz, I thought I told ya,
but we all about our piz-aper,
that's why I jumped in the double
themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me I'm like ten families strong
Manipulation by song relate to it niggas
Henny on the rocks toast
faith
We some demons, real deal stepper, never stand down
Never run, never back down, stand on ten in any situation at any given moment
See what I'm
that I'm just getting by
can't, go on like this
Knowing that I'm just getting by
When I wake up around 10 in the morning
Feeling crazy, feeling
was hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga
slow and dizzy
everybody got it, aight let's get bizzy
run up in the bank bitch
*woman screams* hit the deck *gun shots*
yo bust money,and get the keys
live the life of a No Limit soldier,
I run wit pimps an dealaz, I thought I told ya,
but we all about our piz-aper,
that's why I jumped in the double
me,
I live the life of a No Limit soldier,
I run wit pimps an dealaz, I thought I told ya,
but we all about our piz-aper,
that's why I
deep
I'm feeling extra swaggy
Baby's kicks by Azzedine
I mean I can dream
Buy a building and build it up clean
Michelin stars so we can eat
Hidden doors
Number one is the place
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
[Krayzie Bone]
Now we ridin by [Repeat x4]
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
on your balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you
her like acid
Fuckin' on a white bitch from the past tense
Niggas made outta plastic, uh
.40 hit his walls, hit his plaster, ayy
I don't got no
Die by the bullet when they live by the gun
Why I always gotta roll with a face on my shirt
Gotta keep it on me they ain’t taking me first
Why my niggas
by Obama
Got his lo from a lil' bitch, this score a breeze like Bahama
Yeah niggas run they mouth now they turn into some runners
Know my shorty
Hearing wHatcha say
Back tHen Had to be in by 10 but out by 12
Mom made it safe to work
I got tHe text on tHe cell
Back witH tHe Locs all raising Hell
Found
the crib, they ask me where I'm going
I told 'em I'm goin' on another ten year run
Niggas is banging over blocks that they don't own, thinking that's home
on the run
I'm on the run
Run wit niggas who kept masks before pandemics hit
Unemployment SBAs niggas gettin lit
catch ya lick
They whole crew a buncha jokes
I got 59 till the time runs out
I got 59 till the time runs out
I got 59 till the time runs out
So I gotta stay alive until the time runs out
Now
[Mack 10]
Hoo-Bangers (WASSUP!!!)
y'all ready? (FO' SHO'!!!!)
Well let's do this shit
I'ma start this bitch off, and y'all run it, check it,
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