Lyrics:
Rush powered by beat Street
Butchers of Greenleaf ooh
Holding hammers ratchets and bears
If manners maketh the man
Pour the standard and keep it there
On the E-Way, doin' the dash like Midnight Club, can't even catch this bitch
This bitch always tryna give me love, I want neck la bitch
Gold chain around my neck,
teacher, "Look at me" and I didn't go to college
We 'bout to party just like Rick James
Oh, now I'm up by Biscayne
Albert Einstein, I'm insane
But I'm
blind by Wall street banking
Worse than at St. Mark's and Franklin
Thanks to stickup kids in ties and white collars
Who worship the almighty dollar, so
Send love to my nigga Tweety, and can you feel me
I treat 'em like what stick up kids is to dark alleys
What's Slick Rick is to Bally's
What played
Send love to my nigga Tweety, and can you feel me
I treat 'em like what stick up kids is to dark alleys
What's Slick Rick is to Bally's
What played
city yea!]
[its mitton nigga, real niggas]
You go walk the streets back and you go on and have marshall
[these ridas nigga]
[welcome to detroit city!
the feet
My niggaz love the way I'm reactin to the beat
It sounds sweet, I skate you to the street
And I make service, so niggaz get nervous
got
the strap in a safe (bap)
They know how we move and follow the code of the streets
I get it 'cause I gotta eat (yeah)
Shit is confusin', how could you love
How's the new beat
What's on yer session
That shit is sounding sweet
That shit is super hot
How about we hit the sheets
Make some love make a hit
the streets
A pint of Guinness to kill your kidneys
I meant liver, fuck
Love living superior
By the Hudson river
Beat break so cold, make em fucking shiver
Like
the addy
This bitch is shaking ass
They rolling off Addy's
Street nigga, but the life I live is so fancy
I feel like Soulja Boy, bitch
I'm the swag daddy
or fill up seats
ay
gotta be great
R.i.p.
pimp c
while hittin' the streets
Only your love can truly
set the whole world free
I'm loving life fam
I'm
worry about
What's up a girls skirt
You can't have a secret love because
You got a big mouth
You go run and tell your boys
How you laid her out
I think
the whips stay rollin'
From Main street and Queen
To Bovaird and McVean
Heartlake and Bramalea to Dixie
Steeles and Ching
BCC and Shopper's World are
that I maneuver
Love the block but promise I ain't foolish
Move the rock like Rondo I be hooping
Keep my pockets profiting them blue ones
Change
last, last week
Zoom to the bank, fried off the dank
Only headshots, increasin’ my rank
I’m sippin’ this drink, she love to get spanked
I’m poppin’ these
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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