Lyrics:
by a landslide
Y'all mad 'cause niggas love my style
Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child
Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie
All my real G's
by a landslide
Y'all mad 'cause niggas love my style
Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child
Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie
All my real G's
Justo (still here) big L (still here)
Big Pun (still here)
I'm from Brooklyn, you know what I'm saying
Brooklyn know a lot about tragedy
We lost our Big
made
Visions of cops and sirens
Niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise
Until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
made
Visions of cops and sirens
Niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise
Until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
Westside Connection Ice Cube W.C. and Mack 10
Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It
It¹s the I N G L E here to trouble you, W double-oh
microphone)
[Jazze Pha - in backround]
Tell me why, why, is it soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (ice cold)
Tell me why, why, is it soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold
Yea yea mane, this D-Nero mane
Representin' them I&E Blockburners mane
Y'all know what time it is mane
Gotta grind before you shine mane
This not
boule, bouge ton boule (bye, bye, bye, oui)
Tu vois pas ma ganache si y a pas l'cash (tu vois pas ma ganache si y a pas d'wari)
J'ai fini la kush,
at the game runnin' game at the A.U.C
Then later on we'd be bonin'
Fat cats, I'm ready to tap that, so back that
No wonder why you wakin' up up swollen
Except fa my all mighty god would you excuse
Dead enemies and allies alike
I hope you rip
Boy I'm the D.O.A
Mutha fuck the D.E.A
Boy it's a good day
But
Bun B
I'm bringing back real rap like Eddie Murphy did Gumby
E G O of B.I.G. in a Humvee
Food for thought if you motherfukers are hungry
I'll tickle
a few dime pieces
The L-Y-T-E, I cram to understand and
The R-A-H D and me E-D
Hey Mr. DJ, give a jigga-jigga back spin
If you do like this, then
it, Shelia E
Eat a D this the E-N-D
Pnd playing on the speaks
Smi-e O-big (she said)
I know hittas, I know dealers
I know girls that set up
Now I'm gettin' rich off his sip
Pick up my boys on the block and it's on
Slangin' dope by the drug-free zone
Straight gangsta mack
Keyes over keyes
deep with my amry
I rep - straight from the jacked M-P
If I put the tec up I gotta tote the D.E
But wait! You know I'm ridin with Sauce
And we ridin
bricks,
Big booty bitch Yeah I'm finna get my dick licked,
Tote bigsticks If you tryna get your wig split, willing to risk it Get my wrists slit,
Admit
on
I'm tryna stay in shape
I lift weights and eat grapes
Cause it elevates my mind and my body
It's so hard we get simple
Body is your temple
That's why
childhood man
Forgotten Memories is lit
Try it out used Unreal Engine
Tryna get the avatar
I spend too much that's why I'm rich
At a steady loss of income
rich, I'm corporate now
Big Meth, the label's Def that's why I talk so loud, n****
Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You
Westside Connection Ice Cube W.C. and Mack 10
Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It
It¹s the I N G L E here to trouble you, W double-oh
money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted and never frontеd and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Bеat up by fucking crew
A real
money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted and never frontеd and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Bеat up by fucking crew
A real
money ain't speaking, then you know why we yawning
I can't lie, being rich is my calling
Omo ale ni sapa, e no belong to the hubby
Poverty is for
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