Lyrics:
these niggas die
Cause nowadays they're telling shit
Fuck nigga stay away from me
I don't condone in that fakery
All I know is G-Code
So it ain't no
can swallow my D
While we're waiting on Mr D
And don't you ever go taint out history
Coz it's been nothing but love , no misery
I kinda figured she
Took
Beats by Happ G, gritty grimy out the SP
That's the south side of Philly and the drum machine
I'm hungry for the money just like a numbers fiend
The buck
switch your life off like a lever
G-23 apply pressure when I sit on the leather
I be repping North Wind, bad shit, I endorse it
Send the city into mourning
to E
I f on that bitch no respect ima G
I'm Hercules like the song made by me
I never had a f thing I'm stepping
Y'all J walking call police
I am a king
up, Mr. Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy motha well-a
I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your record got no heat
to shut down
I'm still worth milli's on the bustdown
So savage, total my average that's G.O.a.t status
Addicts fiending for these lines, that's a coke
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
to define rhyme
L-E-G-I-T ballers
give it up for them pistol pistol the knuckle street baller
come on
[chorus]
B-E double N I-E Franks
B-E double N I-E
a big head later Mr. Lease Split Wig
Fucked around nigga 15, I spend
22's with the shoes, five T.V.'s
PlayStation with that DVD
Smoked out tent no need
ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona,
Sex, I'm takin no losses
Even groups like SWV and TLC
Can't see B-I-G with telepathy
The recipe, a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin ain't easy but it's
the pale face
Cause y'all fuck at a snail's pace
And you might get sprayed with mace
By the ebony
So when she's doing her job you better let her be
Don't
an Aleve
It's still all on you, like volume 2 BG
See me DT in a GT
Downtown as I'm G nice in a fresh white tee
See I'm a gangsta, you a wanksta
I'm
was raised by old g's, so I'm low key
How much you need? And you like "Baby believe me"
I'm a freak that can eat, that can beat
That can treat you
a look in the mirror at G in front of me
Difference between havin' dreams and bein' a wannabe
And livin' comfortably
I took my dreams and made 'em
opened up the door, headed up the stairs
Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was there
First sight he saw, struck him by surprise
Two shots was
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know she's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
Years
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
A B C D E F G H, I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don’t want to boast but I know she’s the toast of Kalamazoo
Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo
Years have gone
unstable
Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors
It's only fair that we share those naked papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap
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