Lyrics:
sweetheart
But then, as nothing happens quite the same
Investigation is the game
He had to check her story right away-he dead
Sam Spade his buddy Archer
Yo Raff, ring the alarm
I know Spig's got my back
Freaky Tai spark the charm
give a 1,2 for my man Pretty Lu
As i bless the rest of my New York
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
Come in Compton or the Watts nigga
Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga
Foe ya played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females
Come in Compton or the Watts nigga
Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga
Foe ya played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females
Made it official New York is my city nigga
Got a trophy from the game ya'll know my name
Baby - Number one stunna, caught showing my thang
Got a house
Woman interviewing Ace:
"Okay Ace, one more question before we rap this one up is:
Considering how long you've been in the game, all the places you
Intro/Chorus: (x2)
Betcha don't know what's goin on
If you don't know, we're gonna show you, oooohhhh
It's on now, New Year, pop the pain
Sun
"Half-A-Mil" (Interlude)
AZ:
Ha, ha, ha, new drink, Balley's and Henny
you ain't got no Henny, get the Remy
you ain't got the Remy, any cognac'll
This how it is by the corner store
Gotta get it how you live by the corner store
In the field, By the corner store
Keep you still
Niggas kill by
Yeah, get the shrooms and the coke ready, uh
'Bout to step out on my old lady
My new one tryna turn me up
Barely old enough to hit the club with
land is how I'm playin the game
I think I lost my mind to a backseat driver in a cab by the moonlight side
Uptown
Make a move uptown
Uptown
Make
We riding really slow
Achievements really high
You can look up in the sky
Our tops peel back
Our bass hit really low
Our chicks be by our side
They
in a new coop
You say that she ride and now she mine that’s my new boo
She said she wants diamonds some diamonds and new shoes
Thats when I never
a new mic?
Let’s dip out and wave
Fight for a right
To party to love
To feast and hype
We can buy the time
But by the time you read these rhymes
You might
I been hunted by you everyday my life's Been living hell now feel yourself get
Confronted by me you'll be punted back into
The depths from which
It's clear that we weren't meant to be
I'm hurt by you and
You're hurt by me
But somehow we keep pushing we
There's sickness in this passion
And yet
and have faith, baby charge it to the game
But
This one's for the rain (huh, yea)
This one's for the pain (yea, aye)
I'm a g by heart, you can't take that
Round One Fight!
Stacking up my chips like we playing some jenga
Got some hittas by my side and they play like defenders
They don't wanna see me ride
begins to spill
They lose touch of what was real
Beat skipping news to shrill
Breath till it loosen feel
Then shout
Flowers spill out them through
gimme the turbo Porche
Hollyhood moving in disguise
Fuck a airport but I gotta jet outta court
I'm sipping lean by the quart
In a hemi that bitch got
flipped no brick
Never seen a mob make hits like this
Money gon stack nigga flip by flip
Money gon stack baby lick by lick
Baby she love when I talk like
some direction
Floating down
Tainted towards the steeping stew
Guided by a robust stout, ain't nothing new
Its been this way for lifetimes now, just
need a new mic?
Let's dip out and wave
Fight for a right
To party to love
To feast and hype
We can buy the time
But by the time you read these rhymes
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