Lyrics:
They say they don't rock with me, they mad cause they can't rock with me
Yeah you know I'm sucker free, hell naw you can't cut for free
She really
ain't free
Got that!?
You hate it when we
Rock this!
Oh you'll love it when we
Pop back!
My People ain't free
Fuck you!
You think we can't see
Fuck you!
of rock is who I am
Raw, we are, by law
First one rockin these Adidas why'all saw
Jumped on tour way back in eighty-four
Jay, Run, D. Mac smack back up
to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do, we know who you are"
don't do drive by's we
Do pull ups like Sonic
Don't it, remind you of greatness
Leave your ass faceless
I battle you, take your heart
And then taste it
no history's no future, despair in their face/
The ones who get beat up by police and toy cops/
like my boys got victims of boycotts/
you claim they're
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
the pain
That you got inside?
Find your mommy, spread her legs
And climb back up inside
Boys who trap animals
Are animals themselves
So wake up Tommy, don't
spliff
While a freak bitch lick my dick tip
That's fact
And ima run my bands up to the max at the bank
Niggas who think this a game then my rachet a clank
Belly, Tommy and Keisha shit
Gave you TLC, you wanna creep and shit
Poured out my whole heart to a piece of shit
Man, I thought you would've learned
(I mix the Louis the Gucci the Prada)
(950 my feet I rock Balenciaga)
(I cut you off because you was a doubter)
(You started off sweet til I seen you
and bruised by the you know who
And these fakes get to shakin' when they face me
Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me
Sittin' in this, livin' hell,
spaghetti, she drippin in icy blue
My main bitch say that I'm a dog well bitch who feedin who?
The 2, the 2
I like my hoes by the, hoes by the
The 2, the 2
I
us
Who's with us and who's straight jealous
Chickens jealous, Sir Fly, I peep with third eye
I wink em with the eye as I casually drive by
no history's no future, despair in their face/
The ones who get beat up by police and toy cops/
like my boys got victims of boycotts/
you claim they're
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
to get her ass smacked like Keri Hilson
I'm The one, who you tryin'a be?
Nothing to hide, the jimmy covers up my Tommy Lee
The one, I stage dive
F' on my garments
We might not parlay but imma take her to the partments
I'm bouta go to work just like what Martin heard from Tommy
My paper don't
to find them
Wanna know who I am
Gotta find a way to define me
We like tommy and Pam
But we never going to Martin's
I came with good timing
With good
a loss
But all that Tommy got Hilfiger
He wasn't cut from this cloth
But who's the judge the way
They threw him the book?
It seem kinda fishy the way
You
go
We ain' came for his life we want the jewelry Take it off bitch
Tommy Gun in my hand, no Tomfoolery On Gang
I'm in theback with a Mac, but you don't
I'm quick to cut a bitch off because she acting funny
I don't give a fuck I just need me some money
I told my niggas keep a Glock and a tommy
These
will set you free
The truth will set you free, son
Ayo, I put this thing together
Me, that's who
Me, I put this thing together, me, that's who (me,
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