Lyrics:
don't want us on top
I came from the A's
Cooking noodles out the chrome pot
Niggas use to hate listen to us in they home now
I speak what I live
Let's see
hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop
If you don't know me by now, I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a GRAMMY,
hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop
If you don't know me by now, I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a GRAMMY,
Wayne
Bike so big got it locked with the 2 chains
I don't need to play 'cause I came with the shoe game
Try to take my spot at the top well it's touché
that the shit that I'm lovin
Fuckin dese hoes ain no cuffin
Don't talk bout bodies you was sum
Live by that gun you gon die by that gun
Don't be in these
how it goes in Our everyday lives
Call me Mauadib I know the Way I got your girl by end of day
I spit these lyrics as it's written Fucked your bitch
from the city and your runnin your lips
I'm 'bout to make a call get the news van out
Explain to Tritia Toyota on how your crew ran out
We comin live
so fly
Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly
Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
[Verse One]
C'mon me tell
gaining
Silly pun cuz the world is so over run
Why bench 350 and get popped with a gun
By who by the many that live like me and you
We adapted to a place
nigga, Sane
Shout out GFC: God, Family, Culture
Three words to live by
Shout out my brother, Nakim
Shout out the quad shout out Calendar
Shout out 40 Oz
search of purity
The crew with me desire loud
Plug the team
We blow some trees
Play music then we vibe out
Time out
Such a privilege to vibe now
If you
Yeah. This that top shelf shit right here
Go ahead and pull that top shelf
Pull it out man. Pull out your best shit man
Have a drink with this one,
turn to snitches on they crew
When they see that you on top, they just want to down you
So what they do? They tell the laws about your wear-a-bouts
How
my crowd
Never low higher than the clouds
I’m sick with it, I’m ill fitted
I’m on top
No one ever home
A nigga live in the hard knock
I rock shows like
we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em up)
Everybody put ya hands up
cock)
cause that ghetto law is what we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em
the oak *Live Oak*
(Chorus)
I aint tryna play no more (x3) (momo nonono) (x2)
(V3)
I aint tryna play nomo, you know i gotta praise the Lord
You know
it's time to get ghost
If you want to stay you get beat by a pig
Fuck that shit 'cause were I live
My boys got my neck and I got theirs
'cause I'm true
hate money
(Evidence)
Yo, if you live day to day then you proabably live life
More than a cat who got a Benz, bank roll and a wife
'Cause yo, I seen
the real from here
And the real from there
And make it Mo' Better like Blues everywhere
YaknowhatI'msayin? Dynamic Duo times two bro
Fucking
you need you intreigued by the smell of my weed
I represent reality in your world full of lies
And i can see it in your eyes
You worried sick and I'm
at
Yo I'm cruisin' down the ave in my black cadillac
Hey Goombaa, where's it at
I got the Brooklyn pride that's where it's at
[Verse Two: performed by
with two Glocks cocked
I do pop shots to make your fucking crew hop scotch
And fuck you cops cause you cock block
Killuminati spit the shit that got 2
at the top, just go ahead and pull me up (Pull me up)
Like damn, 'Flix and chill, pull a movie up (Movie up)
Two watches on my wrist, call me boujee, uh
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