Lyrics:
I'm a Dade county representer, low key
No gold teeth
No spinners, go getta, gorilla, turn killa
Fo scrilla, fo real-a, and I see no nigga
Bet that, get
I'm tryna see addition
Food to fill my kitchen
Some faggot niggas snitchin' givin' info
We'll do a drive by, in a stolen black pinto
With tinted
day, call Vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner, I'm the one you should be with Hit J
Tell them niggas to bet against
Grand Hustle homie, I'm a make
my nigga no lie
I'm black and Mexican, so he don't say my nigga a lot
Trill Klinton:
Tryna get me a knot, wake up the hustle don't stop
Migo say
to stunt - I don't need to front
There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets according
Kanye's just important
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round, they try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round, they try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round, they try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round, they try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round, they try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we
Give me my propers
Nobody can stop us
Give me my propers
Nobody can stop us
Give me my propers
Thats how we do it on the East coast
Push a black regal
lib)
My bitch is upset trying to get to my phone Fuck(cd lib)
She bitching and nagging won't leave me alone Nope(cd lib)
She taking my son I can tell by
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
squeeze hammers, man
Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man
But I gotta feed Tianna, man
So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
Rain, sleet,
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
ain't tryin' to be you
Nineteen-ninety-nine, 2000 black, new design
My head is on right
Back up kid you wasn't born right
Playin' center I block
I need a warrant check on 2 suspects wearing
black Dickeys and dirty white t-shirts
I have one black and one Mexican
They have five outstanding
black tux, binocular
Black luxe, stop it I shouldn't be so popular
Name keep poppin' up face keep poppin' up
On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box
stop, I can't stop
I can't stop, I can't stop
No I can't stop, I can't stop
I can't stop, I can't stop
I can't stop, I can't stop
No I can't stop, I can't
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
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