Lyrics:
style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,
Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on?
Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right? Ice H2O
Aight, keep all that, keep all that
DELIVERED BY c MEMBER OF THE YOUNG CREW:
MEMORcBLE LINES: (1) ”The ghetto is real son, filled with nothing but guns, drugs and buns; (2) Never seen a little
we go
Good morning, Vietnam
Ha (back up, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up)
(We live in Brooklyn, baby)
(Back up, back up, back up,
come
Chips from a crumb, live by the gun
Dip when it blown, go for the deck
Throw up the set, bitch where you from
I'm a Harlem nigga, problems nigga,
good Issa competition
Tyrna be vocal tyne be thoughtful
I never gon have enough education
And the sun goes by
I danced while watching the world that you
different cliques and crews to belong to
All identified by the music they drawn to
Check the status of your apparatus and then go
Nowaday, it ain't that
get out my way coz fuck it I'm going
Im making my own moves all that in silence
I'm all in my own groove just minding my business
I live by my own
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
or two
With the crew you knew
Back in grade school making due
Reminisce what we've all been through
Our relationships have been up n down
We've taken hits
bakin' soda, this home improvement
She bring the .9 by two
I fuck on that ho and came back on her (go)
It look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now
treat me good, I won't settle for less
You a hot boy, a rock boy
A fun toy, tote a glock boy
Where you live, is it by yourself
Can I move wit' you, do you
And if our lives ever cross paths in another life
I guess that means i survived being tossed aside
It took 2 days to fall for you
2 years to get over you
2
the slugs out
Love don't live here anymore
I artillery dog
Came wit many foes
Spend ya benz is twenty slow
Get to tha house kick in tha door
You
One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of somethin' good
Where me and my nigga
One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of somethin' good
Where me and my nigga
One for the money yes uhh two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of somethin good
Where me and my nigga rode
Word bond..We both got visions to be in charge, On God..We both make decisions to live large..Summer Breeze makin up for them winters was so hard..By far
traumas but they don’t forget me
A sick fiend, I’ve got 2 left shoulders
Fueled by liquor cause I can do less sober
I wish my whole crew gets older
but too
One for the money yes uhh two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of somethin good
Where me and my nigga rodes
Verse 2: Lek Ratt (40 Thevz)
More temptation than faith
I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet
by a boy with an AK
I'm the hood Live Nation
I'm not a good boy, baby
I fuck her like a rude boy, baby
And If ever I throw this at you, better catch it like you knew Tom
Look
I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed
Straight up
Look, I live the life I deserve, blessed
Fuck a vacay, I feel
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