Lyrics:
I live it, What I make I flip it
Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it
Young Money!
Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed
Just
[Intro]
All points in the region related gangsterish
Serving dark dishes of true pimp horror
Warriors stormy nights on leathery wings
Sexy sirens in
the chick but RIP to Deebo (RIP)
Need it every Friday baby I'm evil
Y'all just breaking bad y'all can barely fight the needle
Walter White ya crew in two
so fast just by standing in place
How i can sing her this silly diddy and she don't mase
How we can be blackjack i'm a two she's an ace
She's a miracle
And though I pack this pound 3-5-7 or 4-5
Will I hide? Will I die? Will I ride?
Niggas never know why
My whole crew, a family clique
Are we sick? Are we live
Told my niggas we gon leave the tank full
I been riding on E with the same crew
Same shit different day shit same moves
Different place same faces all
they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don't get no applause
I'm just being me ain't no way that it's my fault
You Cant Stop These Shots
We coming Thru This Year
You Cant Stop These Shots
We coming Thru This Year
You Cant Stop These Shots
We coming Thru This
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
clothes the fucking curtains
Wanna buy mom a crib wherever she wanna live
So she don't ever get got to take nobody bullshit again
Trying to take her
come try it
I go's off leave it all
On the bass little dog back
Back big dog need space
The crew is here it's a new year the flow
Will let em know that
out, and
Byrd say I'm trippin, too
But this time I just can't
LISTEN to my whole crew
'Cause back in the day
I vowed to never change my pimp game
But '92
You wanna know what trill is? Tell 'em Paul Wall
[Chorus]
I'm a survivor of the struggle, I live by the code
In the city where greed and envy
Yeah…. Look….
To be like me you gotta travel a million light years.
You can tell bout how talk I’m not from around here .
Man I’m more like Moses
that's fucked all my homies are loners
I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners
With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
Five-oh
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
ain't never seen me do it, you just heard it was me
And I'm is...
[Chorus: Big Pimp] (2x)
We still pimpin' hoes, we still gangstafied
We still ridin'
the streets, got those I want the charts now
What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it
Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it
Young Money!
Yea,
[Freddie Foxx]
Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight
Yeah, there`s no
I'm doing it my way
I took the law in my own hands
Here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up
Bronx+
The Juice Crew got stomped, lick two shot
POM! POM! Really it was Magic's fault
Always want to diss somebody, he got put to a halt
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
on the Yakub crew
(Drop the bomb, drop the bomb)
We gonna drop the bomb on the Cave-Man crew
(Drop the bomb, drop the bomb)
We gonna drop the bomb
the street
Im from the lbc and i dont noe wut yall done heard about me
But im a C-R-I-P wit some P-I-M-P too
I'm a real pimp playa from da 213 crew
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