Lyrics:
with you, man?
Nah, nah, see, yo, chill, man, yo, pass the Cristal man
Fuck is wrong with you, man?
Niggas is greedy man, damn
Big ass shits
Yo man,
the Kay, you know the Vin and you know the Treach
There's no sleeping, no nothing, no rest and hey
No snoozing, no dozing, no f'in way
Heaping things up
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
wanted
"We can and you can't," is what they taunted
They all stood there, laughin in my face
And as they walked out they said, "Clean up this place!"
You are extremely rare
The limited edition vinyl collection first variant with the misprint
The classic that everyone wants to sample
Biting off your
I'll show you the ups and downs, you'll be my elevator diva
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
All I need is a couple hours baby, for real
Come up out that
Can I get you something?
'S'mofo butter layin' me to da' bone! Jackin' me up, tight me!
I'm sorry, I don't understand
Cutty say 'e can't hang!
when the sunrise
I break one down, and the rest goin for the high
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block
of the problem is this (Speak on it God)
Preacher got my Old Earth puttin' money in the pan
For the rest of the week now I'm eatin' out a soup can
He has
later 6 minutes flat
Brush all my gold teeth then I hop in the Lac (okay)
You see them all gold rims, they 250 like that
Them junkies down the street'll
Whenever I pull up on stage
The crowd starts moshing
All my money come in big bundles
Switch the topic
I'm always posted up in Florida
By the tropics
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K
(twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)
Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest
Dade County, you name it (what up!)
You roll it, I like it (Ross!)
She
paint with the gold thang shinin'
Hands out the window, I'm blinded by diamonds
Like they say, all good things to an end
Cause in the game you either
type?
She asked, "Is that pronounced N-Y-C?", no
That's a niche
Rock Clavin Klein so she can see K
I'm still doing one-twenty on the freeway
She still
to eat
Came with a k and a 9 (9)
But naw ion fuck with police (never)
I won't allow disrespect all that I want is a check why yo whole label in debt I got
Try play me today, I'ma kill you mañana
From far with the K or up close with the llama
I'm like an African king in a castle in Ghana
Chest dripping
Shining all over us from so a far
Feeling so chilly when hit by the breeze
The night is a break from the day that we need
Dont be afraid of the dark
If you
wanna battle? Tell
Me what the point is
When your raps need work, fuck unemployment
Heads goin' up like I'm knockin' 'em out
You don't get the picture
verse, my wife is next
Her I'm a do in a few K
Hop on the beat and I wreck shop your best shot
Give that shit arrest like a vet cop or rest stops
I know
Ice on my teeth, I put ice on my hoe
You're not better than me, broke boy you are too old
By the time I'm your age, I'll have met all my goals
Look
feel
Waited in line
Now I'm coming up next
Ain't no debating
Bout who is the best
This is real s**t
I got no time for rest
ModitheKing
Man I'm feeling so
down the way, you know--around the way
Dade Country, 305, rep the whole M-I-A
A.K.'s and Chevrolets, nappy braids and heads shaved
Look here, shit
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