Lyrics:
where us young niggas hustled at
Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at
When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide
the tears
Fighting away the tears
Holding on for years
Fighting away the tears
My tears fall like rain drops
The years passed like pills pop
Like
Nigga can't out-stunt me when it come to these fuckin' cars, nigga
Believe that
You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride
[Carlos Coy]
I see my streetz full of hustlas sellin dope
Creepin trophy truckz and buss off killa smoke
I see older folkz turn away
they disgusted
the rock
The fella Capo in the candy apple drop
Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop
Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third in the lot?
Dig
not getting younger
Vasal money na pocket money,
E no reach by benz
If yo talk say you truly love me, suort my movement' Oh brother yor money don
to run - but that drop would get anyone
one big tear comes floating by
I tried to run - but that drop would get anyone
and here we are stuck in the tear
gangsta pussy chick don't wanna fuck wit me
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & B.G.]
[Lil Wayne]
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me,
me
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck wit' me
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit' me, shake a leg, catch
And they're tear apart your name
It'll tear apart your soul
And the tears drop like rain
No the memories don't ever go away, hey
Put it back inside like money
You don't wanna see a tear drop from my eye
So you better just move homie and walk on by
Cuz I ain't got time, its hard staying alive
All you
Uh uh yeah
Uh uh yeah
Baby i stop when your tears drop
All eyes on me when the beat drop
She say she don't fuck with me
But that's bullshit nigga she
Yeah
I don't know shit, but I act so but I act so
Watching chimneys blowing out their smoke
Rocking back and forth, right now real slow
Tear drops
the rock
The fella Capo in the candy apple drop
Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop
Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third in the lot?
Dig
tear gas
Woooh, now I'm flexing
Was that fire? Bitch you guessed it (Oh shit!)
I bet you I can make that ass hot
C'mon bae, drop it like a ass shot
Say
playing hop scotch
She used to sit out eating candy on the green box
She had a brother named Terrell
He got shot by the cops
She got a sister name Lanelle
Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa
I haunt MCs like
Monte Carlos
Homie, I got a few of those
Pie track, tire scratch, you smell the smoke
Smell like love to me though
Down south flow, I get love
the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the gangsta ass niggas rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
Firin' up
the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the real gangsta ass niggas rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
the clique
All the triflin' bitches in
My hood smoked moes and all the real gangsta
Ass niggas rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
Firin' up
young niggas hustled at
Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at
When ya come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide
Carlo had
deny
Cook a op now he pan fried
They want me to stop but I can't die
They all waiting on my drop, tell em' stand by
Keep it solid as a rock you a land
friends
To walk this world alone.
But I can see by the lines on your face,
That your along way from your home.
(Chs)
Don't Be a Tear Drop In The Rain
Dry
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