Lyrics:
managing(huh uh)
Resorting to funds yet niggas steady gambling(ok)
Phantom of the opera
Black Sinatra
Kentucky Derby horses sure to trot ya
Just for
I'm just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for
Verse 1: Master P
Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
To high to see his
might be lookin' mean, ok
I ain't really mad I'm just grindin' on my teeth ok
Chevy paint tropical "Owee, moway, owe, moway"
Got 'em callin' Fema
and humbly submit this poem for your review
Put simply, we are black history
Let's not just be mindful of what we've done, but what we do
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
really be staring
Gucci the buckle, designer I'm wearing
Whippin the Benz, I just want a Mclaren
Look up to god, I just say me a prayer
Never sit down,
I be on the moon, by myself
They say that they real but I can't tell
That's why I got this Glocky by my belt
If you try to stop me, won't end well
I'm right outside your crib
Yo I'mma come through
Send me your door number
Hit me back
Oh I see it right there, I see it
I'll be through in a minute,
with her friendship
Jewels, DVD, Raheem murdered by Bishop
Paid in full, no disappearance, dealers be switchin'
[?] clip rich then snitch, tellin'
surprise
Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half black half oriental eighty-six she
and the majority which proclaim authority.
Red, black, and green is my priority now.
Just think if the rebel flag was flying, we'd be in trouble, yo I ain't lying.
swear that you love it
I just left from Newark
Got bands in my luggage
Play with you rappers, my nigga
This black mack take out my dick
Take a piss
from the south (playaz from the south ? ? ? gs)
That muthafuckin g
I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys
Klc put it on the scale so y'all
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits
Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
We got
Had a mill at 16 know how that felt?
And I'm still kicking shit, bitch black belt
Shoulda seen me in that yella 4-30
Got it washed everyday, bitch
evidently the point to be bombed. And there’s the load of the Boston attack just fell on the town and terrific black smoke is rising in amazingly thick
to flog you moody DVDs
You know you've seen the film, its black and white, it's got no sound
And a man's head pops up and down right across you wide screen
ee-yar)
There's a Chinese man trying hard to flog you moody DVDs
You know? You've seen the film, it's black and white, it's got no sound
And a man's head
a ride with me
Baby
If you coming home with me (With me)
Know I got the key (The key)
Got everything you need for
For just you (Just you)
Just you (Just
to God for 3K before the weekend
Got a call from Alondra she said her cousin
He was seeking footage for an event
Timing always be great
Days prior,
finger in the air if you feel me
Shouldn't be afraid to die if you a real G
This is for the one that keeps it on a low key
If you're true by any means then
You're not a bro you're just a hoe with bad intentions
Destroy my family but still I never said no
You got me stabbed over a baggie of some yayo
Put me in
I, I'm driving black on black
Just got my license back
I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track
I'll ask polite if
looked at my wrist
plotting to beat me but plotting got twist
I see all your games even through the black mist
in the black mist I be stepping on thorns
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