Lyrics:
Everybody know Trey made this to me
Pulling me here, my own desire
My family, my friends, all these things
It's distracting me from the truth
the Steelers
We all Bus Bettis
So call medics
White walls reddish
Fill me up
Gas Nine Trey Unleaded
Headed to get your bitch
Still not ready
Swerving in
me b nine and steppa Screaming free rudeboy posted on Aline
Tried zipped me one by aline eyes Locked on target I be tryna face mine
Still bootin up
the first question
Why do we work like slaves, sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (in the nine trey)
Answer that, then
in the hood and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm
to rep Cheatham even though
We said it's all trash
I put rappers in ditches, bitch
Get picked up by dudes in shackles
'Cause you got tossed on Highway 12
the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay
I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up
that mind switch
Punch on a nigga for Lil' Ben, his muscles full of them risers
Dump died with a FN, his gun was still in his pocket
Live by lord,
to the see-P-T
No better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me
I make it my business, to be that true forever
And whenever I can come clever well that's my
up, still didn't let up
'Stead a doin dirt, did work and kept my head up
Set up
For the future, much love to my girl
North Pole got my butt cold
if you still blow off your kids
They might consider me a martyr cause I'll die for this shit
The birds I need don't have wings but I still fly for
Know where its coming it from
Invested my soul and my struggle bitch more then once
Trust me got more to come still thinking bout Niquo and up with
Said im on fire like camp
She suckin on me like a vamp
After fuckin she catchin a cramp
We get him lined up like a tan
Smoke a ounce, i ain smokin no
im talking to you
All the shit you be puttin me through
Still ain't nothin that a nigga could do
About you need you when it's time to ride
Need you
Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and will
That'll still crush the blow up and then pass they mama the bill
So I'ma always be able to burn my strip
Malcolm X Boulevard and Gates Avenue
Smokin' up the fat trey bags with the crew
Me and the niggas Troy and Squeaky
Used to twist Dutch Masters, we got
never been nothin' but a underdog
And I ain't gonna never let a nigga hold me under dog
Still ride in the drop
With my mind on the knot
You niggas
glock leavin victims wit stitches/
they in obituaries identified by they pictures/
can't be no dj if he ain't scratchin wit mixers/
my rhymes cappable
a block, I tried to sew up half the streets
I'm up seventy five on seventy five, when they was going for the twenty five
Guess who's pickin' up a trey
I'm up seventy five on seventy five, when they was going for the twenty five
Guess who's pickin' up a trey
Just an ordinary day with extraordinary pay
Getting my sag on lift the front end up
Let the ass end just drag on
Me and a couple of loc niggas
Up in a rag rome five deuce and six zones
Six treys
Aren't y'all always truckin'
Aren't y'all always truckin'
Is that dog food
What up, doggy? Lock it up
This is a place built by my doggy
Sheesh, two
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
live to see the birth of the kids
Reminisce bout the shit that we did
Sometimes wish you were still by my side
We were living it up we're both chillin
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