Lyrics:
outrun it or duck or get a new Chuck?
Up against the wall, won't confess y'all
One more move and I'm gone
And so I guess y'all
And let me tell you, so lend
goin out to the Bahamas
I keep them stiff broads when I'm fuckin with the hogs
Cause they never get stopped by the motherfuckin cops
Bootch look hard but
couldn't get far
'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha
couldn't get far
'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha
a movie but first I gotta read my script
After that I get it popping at the La Mentage
I'm getting skull in the Ferrari, bottom garage
Then it's back
'ma bicker with ya, ma, I'ma switch ya
I fly 'em in quick, I fly 'em out even quicker
By no means am I in love with a stripper
You understand that then you
is a goin' off
(Yes, these are) These are the
Last dayz (of my life)
Brian Bailey and on ('Fore I raise)
Before I'm out, i want all y'all to say
That
I'm from the block where u don't pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey
Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan
flamin's, bitch you not playing with my chips
I'm ready to die for my blood
You could get turned to a blunt
Keep acting crazy, you won't
Bitch I do all
where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
Don't stop, keep goin' don't
(Southside Bronx)
Yo, yo
We off the block this year
Went from a little to a lot this year
Everybody mad at the rocks that I wear
I know where I'm goin
I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely
What is it in ya? deep in the dead when we get fried
POD when I comes to ride
Creep but you sleep and then fall in
hard to get where I'm at
I can guarantee you one thing
I ain't going nowhere
I'ma be right here baby, 412
Uh, huh, and this the Prince, yeah, yeah
Homie
ain't work out either- can't
Blame me if I'm triggered
Runnin' hustlin', need it quicker
Goin' too slow- yo
That's why I'm triggered
Clock in every day,
to share
All we get is stares
Because of fear we'll evaporate
Say your prayers
And what's next
Hard livin' got me goin' insane
But I'm addicted
bill
movin up to first class I wonder how that jet feel
Disrespected by the last offer probably curve the next deal
I'm from where they still pop them
the house without my money rag
I don't leave the house
Without my fuckin' Glock
I'm not goin' like Biggie or Pac
That's fucked up what they did to Biggie
I
Living i know people get mad at
Me when I compare myself
But that's the only way I can explain
What my aspirations are when I'm talkin'
'bout Walt Disney,
quicker then we met
She said she fucking on NBA niggas
But bitch I'm fucking on you, this bitch is so messy
Just tryna caress me and sex me to get in my
Ten minutes was the warmup, nigga
Get in tune
You wanna beef? Let's meet, hit my Zoom
I'm callin' shots
You in the bleachers mournin' every move
I
What's goin' on E? War is goin' on Loc. I'm Bruce Leroy...Heyyy- I got the glo I am the chosen one. You can call me Neo cKc IronE. Yo, world, or either
Went from a little to a lot this year
Everybody mad at the rocks that I wear
I know where I'm goin' and I know where I'm from
You hear LOX in your
yeah boy I'm moving fast
See I was taught by, and I was taught I
Better move on something fast if I thought I
Could claim a dame, or game her brain
With no fear in my eyes (Eyes)
I point to where I'm going (Goin)
Yuh
I point up (Up)
Cause that's the sky, yuh (Woo)
Goin up
Goin up, goin up (Skrt)
Get
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