Lyrics:
how I live
If we ain't gettin mathetmatics somethin got to give
Broke for your fuckin life with nowhere to live
Is no way to live, resort to Plan
hollaback boy)
Lo Key, jack yo beats, jack yo beats
Lo Key, gonna jack yo beats, jack yo beats
(I'm comin' for your beats)
Lo Key, gonna jack yo beats, jack
[Ice Cube]
Damn, I'm sweatin like a nigga at a white woman funeral
"Lench Mob.."
"Civilize a 85er" -> Grand Puba
Huh, break 'em off somethin
and sucking I know she a leech yeah
When I get on these drugs I spit bars to the beat yeah
I dont live in Miami I play with the heat yeah
You a pussy you pussy
jacuzzi
Y'all be coming up short
You live a whole different movie
Chop the beat
Like a deli
I've never done psychodelics
Soon as I got the money
I
In a Two Live Tribe on a Quest
Boo-Yah straight to his chest
If they test we'll Xzibit work
Rodney O is Joe Coolio than Moe Dee G Rap and Herc
We
go two ways
I'm a rockstar (Sheesh)
I'ma rock out when I shoot that chopper (Ayy)
Nigga play, then he gon' need a doctor
My lil' nigga beat a nigga
on whatever they are
Live niggaz yo, you gotta hit the head or the heart
Oh it's money man? Handle your biz -- we the ones
that'll strangle your kids, make
caught
Hop out the car, you can stop by them, runnin' out
Don't gotta tell them they know I be comin' out
Play with lil' ten, they don't ready to gang
To be honest
Breaking rules
You lose
No excuses live life you choose
Get up
We bruise
Next time take that times two
Avoiding these fools
You not in crew
I don't give two fucks what lil shawty do
I went and got a new bitch
Fuck it got me two
Back on my bullshit
Weed and designer
Life is a movie
Live
I need you
Shorty wit me kno she lovin the crew
Got dem shottas wit me when i hop in the coupe
Hop in my car like a spaceship go to the moon
Baby u
I just need to feel somethin'
Left the party after two, didn't make it to the room
Slicin' cake up in his coupe, got no key, it's out of tune
a thirty, I ain't cappin'
Army fatigue boots two thousand, I ain't cappin' (a bag)
I ain't talkin' clothes, lil' nigga I'm talkin' trappin' (no swag)
Ask
God Of Rap, Lil B, Rawest Rapper Alive lil B
Bodybags I was out broke in the
Hood you wouldn't copy that
Niggas made fun of me
Niggas didn't wanna
Yeah, mmm, turn the beat up a lil' bit
Yeah, it should never be one nigga that's the head of the crew
'Cause if that one nigga go to jail, fall,
It's the jump off (Come on)
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)
Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off
And back up
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
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
bonus
Hoes
Hoes
Hoes
Hoes
Hoes
Hoes
Hoes
Hoes
I go live in panties & flip flops
Make it bounce up & down on my tik tok
On that Luke Doo Doo Brown pop
forget my crew
Shoutout to myself, cause my circle too small
Bitch, we ball, live my life by any means
Used to take many beans
Not too many texts sent
don't mind boo be yeah
And when I'm done slidin', you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here
[Verse 1]
I ain't
slidin' you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here
I ain't got to tell homeboy he know that
This is 'Matrix
Philosophy redefine us, touch mine I touch back
Walk the streets like a sweet and get beat like drum tracks
Catch no shakes over jakes (boop-boop), we bust
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