Lyrics:
If I'm hot for you and you're hot for me
What you got for me is no shock to me
Can't believe that you're my property
The sound of you clappin'
Get it while you can, man
And stop hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit cause I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
I'm seeing millions,
on
How come everyone keeps telling me what my own two eyes should see?
Where's your faith in me?
I still got love for you
And I'm still gonna pray for
Machiavelli, I'm in the studio drunk then a motherfucker
Ready to freestyle this shit and do it wild,
Live, for all my dogs, for all my dogs out
I've been livin' for the moment
But I just can't have my way
And I'm afraid to go to sleep
Cause tomorrow is today
People tell me life is
a aye
I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my muthafuckin folks
Dipset bitch. A town to muthafuckin NY
Nigga you already know what it is. Bankhead
Inside every candidate waits a grateful dead
I make it a thing, when I'm on my own to relieve myself
I make it a thing, when I gazelle on stage
get yours baby
I'm seeing millions, niggaz don't understand
Know what? I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash behind plans to blow up
Will he style like this
Don't look at me with love in your eyes
Go look at somebody that can make it worthwhile
I'm hurt from a love affair I didn't want in
I'm in no
Hey, throw up your legs, wrap those shits around my back
It's a WESTSIDE thing fuckin' hoes 'round the map
Walkin down 125 while I'm peepin out hotties
Dig a hole (motherfucker)
Dig a hole (bury yourself)
Dig a hole (dig a hole)
Dig a hole (dig a hole)
Dig a hole (dig a hole)
I'm still hear mon
go crazy, get hot-headed, start actin` a fool yellin`
But ya`ll know there ain`t no refunds in the shit that I`m sellin
'cause during the drought
who keeps me on the ground
Baby, you can be tough, say enough is enough
You can even be blunt just do it with love, love, love
Tell me I'm wrong,
to compare us to another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad givin' ya something that you never had
I'll make ya rump rump wiggle and shake your rump
hand
If you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
Baby I'm your man
If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want
bitch, it wasn't givin'
Cause I'm sick and tired of niggas fantasizin' they livin'
All on the tell-lie-vision tryina' front like that's your car
With
and want to take what's mine
'Cause I got an AK-47 shootin' trey-O times
You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say
"Oh, my!" but check it out, though
focus
I'm making money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggas we rushing and still busting
Til the cops come
Life, what the fuck is life for niggas like us?
Been waking up to another muthafuckin' day
I'm the type of soldier,
A nigga that seen
losin' my focus
I´m makin' money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggaz we rushin' and still bustin'
Til
won't remember you
Thuggin but we still spriutual, clear lyrical
I'm like the f***in Deff Squad
My ears ain't hearin' why'all
Pump fearin' why'all
[Chorus:]
'Cause were all a little strong
But as for me I only G when I'm buss'n rocks
In the beach where the papers long
Now when I wake up in
Thuggin' but we still spiritual, clear lyrical
I'm like the fuckin' Deff Squad
My ears ain't hearin' y'all
Pump fearin' y'all
But damn I ain't even
You ain't gotta lie ta kick it
I know ya like to see me doin' bad
But I'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' through my neighborhood
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