Lyrics:
that at the door? Nah, we good
Set up by a whore, he got put up in a Wood
Bro said "scam her!", we should
Left her hanging, like Suge
motherfucker, waitin' for the troops
Smokin' 1882, what you know about em? This is not a wood
I'ma hustla and by any means, get this understood Grippin' on this
free way for my brothers, sisters to eat
Stake and lobster, very little ribs
Fettuccine pasta complimented by veal
Back in the day I was hungry
on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya had me stressin
God of hush puppi
God of Wood berry
God of wood berry
God of E money
God of everything
The God of everything
Abeg answer
Abeg answer me
Abeg
nothing on me
Ah, come to me, run to me, come to me now
We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God
Man, oh, man, I just love Christmas
It's
compete to me
New Years came by and it went like a flash
Brother threw a party and I
Got drunk off my ass
Met a somebody there we had a one night fling
on the green, always coughing off the woods
When I pulled up on the scene
Man I know I need some help, man I know I need some help
Man I know I need some help,
Shout-outs to my fucking brother
Man, Action Bronson, man
We out here, man
We motherfucking out here, man
Not enough to say, man
But a motherfucking few more
enough"
We're gonna' be out of her in a minute
So this one goes out to my man, Mario C
My brother Adrock, cuttin' it up on the turntable
Yeah, finger
over there, over there
[Mystikal]
Baby, I'm the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
M-why-S-T-I-KAL
It's the man right here!
brother denied and swear he wouldn't tell
Only age 12 when I removed his blood genes from my cells
Felt trapped like a cell
With 12 by 13 bars parallel
president
Just a different hypocrite
Colt Brothers, Goldman Sachs all runo
The world as they see fit
As they turn the planet into dust
And your
punk shit
Half a mill' a week, crib by the beach, got bank roll
Got a bitch who got booty-cheeks, good neck though
Hold up, hol' up, hol' up, this
Copy that i be on the way with a pack of woods and some new smoke
They tried to plagarize me
No i wont make it tiny
They wasnt staying by me
These
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
the game bitch I'm balling right now
You ain't putting in work then I'm calling you out
I been turning it up I ain't calming it down
Rollin wood after wood
What
Yeah
Stop playing with me man
30 I'm going Aye
Big thought im tryna be the big dog
Big socks lose them then I'm pissed me
Big lock toss it then
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
Piero this shit crazy
Man Paolo killed this shit
What's that on my bitch wrist that's two AP's
I don't do no handouts nigga you can hold these
Ima
‘em *gunshot*
Pop in that, in that and that hood
Hell I even call a little funkin in the back woods
I give props to St Louis, props to Memphis
Buck
shit like a wood
I do what I can, always do what I could
Shout out to my brothers I met in the mud
Shout out to the bitches that I used to fuck with
Like
I know a man named Otis who invented a room,
And his heart was filled with pride
I said to Mr Otis, "What does your room do?"
He said, "It goes
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