Lyrics:
on the block is the best guy a zarazem the worst
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Z nosem w
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way to the after party
Got
going on, no more head assery
Goals to obtain look like the path to a Jay-Z, Quincy Jones, Jay Elec, a Ye,
Or a Master P
What they have in common at this
This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance
Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me
I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3
give em that green light
Gimme Gang, Gimme Gang, Gang in this bitch
All my niggas really wanna do is get rich
You a Facebook thug it don't even make
I wish that I would've never did drugs
I wish my moma would show me some love
Just being honest I'm dying a thug
I need somebody would give hug
If I
the thug and average person can now
Be cleansed by blood?
When you were on that cross
I can't believe you died for me
Oh Lord you gave me eyes to see
When I
you know and love
Monnzy, Drake, & Young Thug, bumping at the club
Cal, Webby, Merk, Baby, Cole, Kendrick, Royce, Jay Z
Joyner, NF, Russ, Snoop, Tech,
Always got they hand out
That's constipation my nigga
You ain't got shit coming
(Jay-Z Words of Wisdom Interview)
OK money, power, respect
Bet I know all
this shit goes down
You won't be surprised how this shit turns out
I'm a gangsta you try my hand and get cut
And Hav by the raft for the AK dunn
I'm
for a real thug
This is not a game
I'm from Compton too, shoutout to Game
Give me a pair of shoes
Finna skydive off the peak of my career
Though it's
Eminem to Snoop Dogg
B.I.G. and Nas, Mya, Pras
Jay-Z, Rockafella, Kanye West
Beanie Segal was barely legal
Young Jeezy!
Round 2005 Game brought the west
up, get on the one way 'cause more Sundays hotter than Monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks
Got my glock, never
you was coked up.
By my z'd up, whatever the fuck; who gives a fuck? You get fucked.
My coalition specialises in collision.
The clash
drivin' them crazy
Party
From heavy drinkin'
to club-hoppin'
Hey listen
Fabulous talk
that real talk
Wayne talks
gangs
Jay-z's talkin' money mayne
and (Kan)
Had me changing my mind
That was way before Drake
Blew up back in '09
Wayne was back in '08
Jay was signing Kanye
I was bumping Tech N9ne
Game
on to the next
The beat made by Goat, Z-O-6 And I'm riding The coast
I'm finna get rich, so let's have a toast She can't Even breath cause my dick in her throat
Right here in the game, swear I'ma win
Fresh out the pen, ain't going back there again
My baby mama no drama, said she don't need me to spend
Told
vagina, discussin' the finer things
My crib is mean, watchin' a hundred inch screen
Lettin' the shorties slide by once in a while and let 'em dream (uh)
the scene they just know who we are
Money gone break a family apart
Started with nothing got it by myself
I still walk around with the glock on my belt
I been
y'all can't even hate
My number and email, it's on the page
If you need referrals, come holla at Jay
Come step by my office, it's like 3 steps away
You
Jay my brodie my boy I wish you'd keep talking yo shit
But I gotta do the mic dirty like the beats that I make
When I'm feeling myself and shit
Made it
bitches better get it right (yeah)
From the crap tables down in A.C.
Back on the block, Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc
Went solo on that ass
niggas straight into a heart attack
Life is like a relapse
Can you see that?
My name is Jamie Madrox, represented by the bat
Dark night, dark skies
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