Lyrics:
this
Who'd ever thought i'd live a life style like this
It's alright to change ya ways but see me i'm a hood nigga
Soon as i get rich i'ma ball wit some
that shit
Soopa don't fuck around i'm something, else
With my bad self
Hot's the game, but cold is the breath
(E white) most of the niggas on the block
to the D A Rella
Come down S T double E the E in the V
Come down the P to the E P A
Come down Idolmakers in the house how ya know?
Come down
real
Now a player I like, but you know I can't stand no snitch
Tryin to front like he rich
Done shot your credit, cause you bought you a new E
320,
profit kick knowledge defy Logic
I'm too Brolic for y'all niggas to stop it who is he
Its Sam D
They asking who is he
I tell em Sam D
They asking who is
to pitch a shut out
I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga
Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga
D-B-L-O-C-K he spray
The hawk'll
there hunchin' in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor
By the big screen TV, where your pants go? (y'all nasty)
see me
I'm in the ice cold six four, smoking dro
Ballin nice and e-z, so that I bought from fresh
With the Cali license plate that read L.A. is best
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
That's real s***, let's get this money real quick
Dirt Dog, I'm feeling this but I'd rather feel rich
I mean filthy rich, I'm corporate now
Big Meth,
the boy down, y'all know what it do
Theodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-Lilz
Yo Supa! Y'all know what it is, man, ya know what i'm saying?
My West
coz they know that I'm on fleak
I got hella big steppers don't come you might get flipped
Nigga I'm the shit
That's why they be getting detergents
Aye yo Spice, all these rich motherfuckers keep going to
The record stores buyin' these fake ass raps,
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah, I
fill it with ice
Soon I'll be way too rich
In a brand new whip
With a bad ass bitch Ice Spice
Cool if you hate me, shit, I might
Bark at a big dog, bitch
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
M-E-L-O-D-I-E and Manager Moe
We'll wrap up any MC in a ribbon or a bow
People takin pictures of me everywhere I go
Take out three MC's and call it Tic-Tac-Toe
Productions make the lyrics just flow
With M-E-L-O-D-I-E and Manager Moe
We'll wrap up any MC in a ribbon or a bow
People takin pictures of me everywhere I
I got beef
I got steak
I lose sleep
I feel great
Cruising in the whip with A-L-D-E-N-T-E
Cause you know that's how we be
Roni on my neck like y
nigga we did we went and we got
We did it alone by ourselves
Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him
Know now for wealth
Stood our
through
I be making power moves and I do what I do
I be shutting shit down with the L.M.G crew
Hell yeah I do it big, yeah bigger than large
I done had
and I’m getting rich
Like Wooo
I N D E P E N D E N T
Got these bitches mad cause they can’t fuck with me
Mad cause I’m winning
I want it, I get it
Thank God
not a date rape by usually use y'all
Just to amuse all those who abuse y'all (abuse y'all)
If a nigga need a verse, I'm a come through it off
And just
why our four tour buses hit more cities than Greyhound
Hip-hip hooray, Tha Liks is on the way
I'm like the homey that drops by, and stays all day
We
Freaky Tah and Scott LaRock (Big L too)
But regardless, Pun my man, rich or not
He probably in heaven
Yo he chillin with my pops
Tell my pops how I'm doin
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