Lyrics:
and they controlled by the fuckin' money
But, I come from nothin', and for that right reason
I don't give a fuck 'bout goin' back to nothin'
And, it heart
a Black Beama'
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it
and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure
It was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice?
There's a song about Alice)
Alice came by
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
the last trick
Get it out your ass bitch
You niggas know my pyroclastic flow
C'mon
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
They siblings
Nothin' but
the whores there?
Needle poison everybody crooked
Lights out shootin' ranges
Shit is dangerous
Keep yo shoes tied motherfucker
Shit it gets live motherfucker,
fly
I make 'em wanna get high
They want a piece of this pie
But I'm just too damn chill for them
The way I flip my shit
It feels like a good hit
hat, cuz my locs is packin' (POW!)
It's money over bitches, money is the motive, I gotta make the quota
Hit my plug up, he sold me a cruiser, stopped by
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
you, three, four, get you
Like the number after one, I'ma get me, too
It's Weezy F-U, now you gotta have a baby
My money don't folds nor bends,
day
And Friday is my day, to fly away
And ain't no flyer away
So tip tip with a nigga like right away
When I put this thing on you
There ain't nothin
Ain't nothing to it, real one
Ain't nothing to it, boss
Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), real one
Ain't nothing to it (there's nothing), boss
the same clip
We share the same clothes, whole block wore out shit
Ghetto fab, that ghetto shit
It's that, ghetto map with ghetto tip
You never touch nothin
the trenches with the four eight
Still sleepin' with the toolie by the doorway
They like "where you been Young? Shit was bad for a minute"
All them clown
Oohh, uh-oh, it's time, Meth Man, G-Wine, aiy-aiy-aiy-aiy
Aiyo, Meth this shit sick boy, haha, (it's beautiful) yeah
What's up (aww man, it's
free, we free
We free, we free we free
It is clear, we out here
You are dead, I'm alive
You still there, we free i survive, we free
We free, we free we
of dead homies that I promised would make it out this shit (sorry)
And I don't think God's hands is on me nigga, I'm gonna make it out this shit
No weapon
I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried
So it's really hard to tell a kid that he's goin under
I never thought I lived to see us chill
Crips and Bloods holdin hands, the shit is ill
But I
from a female (yeah)
But I'm a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details (ahem)
What it entails is hard to say like sellin' seashells
By
and put my tax on it
Nigga, I don't do nothin' for free (bitch)
The Double R truck sit in front of the mansion
I cashed out four hunnid Gs (bitch)
You
bumpin' that ATL funk
You can call it what ya want, either way the shit bumps
Yeah, being a gangsta is so neat, yeah
Gangsta beat 4 tha street
All this
just a street nigga and I'ma always be
We was gangbangin', that's how I grew up
Out there sellin' work, that's how I grew up
Youngin' shootin' shit
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