Lyrics:
Got it from the muscle
Get respect from all the OG's
Showed me how to hustle
Took advances
Many chances
Just to get you by
Even if you got yo wings
this shit is lit
No need for a bitch
No need for a bic
I'm tryna get rich
Muscle off the rip
Somethin' on my hip
Pull right from the hip
It's too late
(CHORUS)X2
THIS ONES FOR THE G'S,
IN DA STREET,
PACKING HEAT,
GOT THEM BIG WHEELS ON YO RIDE MAN,
PASSIN NIGGAZ BY MAN,
THIS IS HOW WE DO
THE PLACE WHERE I'M
Music labor saving no longer chasin for that fat ass
Always paper chasing skipping class just for the fat stacks
Every day a skip day if weed good
Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
The Clef is back with some adjustments
Refugee camp
(Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up!)
Yo, you see them Refugees right there,
night
You're the muse for the song
That I write by candlelight
My tomorrow is your today
And though the miles keep us far away
I gotta tell you, tell you
night
You're the muse for the song
That I write by candlelight
My tomorrow is your today
And though the miles keep us far away
I gotta tell you, tell you
of the wind
Brilliant living colors, black and white
How long does it take a man to learn? x2
I drove by my old house some months ago
Stopped to see if I
Rozay, cause everyday I hustle
And ain't no tellin' what to come because i'm really thuggin'
Verse 2 (Boldy James)
Part up a three in the tahitian, lost
[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I love the way she shake it in the thong -
jackin' I'm still queenin'
And I'm still prayin'
You would too if you knew how these jealous bitches move
First .22 by twenty-two
They don't know
the nine two times
With a machine no gym
Tryna put him in the sky
Make an opp boy fly
Get whacked by mine
Where them at, where them be, where
towards four years
Of joy (and probably pain)
We best believe it
with Anki by our side
Seasons change as our knowledge grows
Muscle groups, organ systems,
reading and still see
The muck on the sky of the ceiling
Please raise the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is
Messenger is nervous it's no
the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is nervous it's no fun at all out here in the hall
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Mister moonlight
to get loaded so hold up soldier
[Chorus: 2Xs]
The count goes
(One more pound of smoke and it's guaranteed to make a mothafucka choke)
(Ain't got no down
mind
By saying the words like a verse
-
CHORUS
I don't know who you are
but you are my muse so devine
what if we'd meet
things'd never be the same
so you
the rough to be discovered,
Like I'm being unearthed
cnd put on display by the museum curator,
His name is Jesus and He's my saviour, healer, redeemer
cnd
bodies
We stick in the dirt
Wait around I'ma pick you a hearse
I like the long black ones
Drive around while spinning on two wheels
It's whatever you feel,
mood
Been in my lane, no room for two
I feel like
Dio, Dio, Dio
Just look at my stance
This that
Dior, Dior, Dior
All on my bag, shoes, and my pants
Yea,
Yusef:
This here be a track
Straight out of the blue
Untapped source of a funkdafied force
This course from the source and of course
Muse bound bop
No matter how hard it gets I maintain from my muscle
Old school interior force I'm Bill
Russell
Life is never free never cheap I gotta hustle
Kinda
to me ah ah
Girl you know oh
You be my muse
You be good news
Everything I buy for you, I’ll buy for two
Girl as long is fine by you
Every weekend Medicare
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
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