Lyrics:
array of gunplay, okay?
This is Carlito's Way, all day
Shake it shake it shake it shake it hang out all night
and don't stop until the DJ quit
brave to die, dont be askin me why
Ill rather hustle then be poor cuz niggaz sprayin wit fire
All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen
plate
And don't tell me no lies, I can see by that look on your face
Know that you want me to die
Round in my city i'm good, my family my burdens my hood
now we got you high
I don't know you
Why the fuck you all in my grill
I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, stay so so trill
You ain't no killa
Later) for it, no Aubrey
Switch my demeanor up I'm, off my 380 shit
My, future's bright, stars is by my head, baby shit
Make me sick, what you eat don't
and Bun like DMC and DJ Run
Everyday I come down them niggaz callin' my game
Then ge on B-E-T and they don't mention my name
Some Grip It On That Other
and Bun like DMC and DJ Run
Everyday I come down them niggaz callin' my game
Then ge on B-E-T and they don't mention my name
Some Grip It On That Other
paper, or you work for the cops
My don stylo finally ya niggaz know how it go
Most hated at the back with the gats at the show
Quick to die with
paper, or you work for the cops
My don stylo finally ya niggaz know how it go
Most hated at the back with the gats at the show
Quick to die with
paper, or you work for the cops
My don stylo finally ya niggaz know how it go
Most hated at the back with the gats at the show
Quick to die with
same color as butter
When I ride by, niggaz be like damn I can't believe it's butter
Believe me dog I ain't never gotta spit
Iced-out grill that says
Buck jump motherfucker buck jump ya bitch
Buck jump motherfucker buck jump ya bitch
Verse 1
(DJ Paul)
We represent Memphis, Sippi
and I don't
in my time...
and when I die don't cry, just tell me you finna slide...
I'm from the city where u move or you die... n dem killers ain't come to dance
active like in broad day, Well shit you know how the Mob play
And when I die don't even bury me I ain't tryna be six feet under
I ain't try get carried by
naked body on D's
Do or die is the motto that we strive to live
Do a muthafuckin drive-by on your wife and kids
From every hood to block to park to street
four/seven we're up with the dream
All this ice on the kid
I pray that my heart don't freeze
Getting colder by the second
Mess with the squad, you can die any
the roof
Forget all them lames
Gotta be da one that you choose
Wit you my ride or die
Tell me how can I lose
She said that she don't know if she can love
whoppa ass salt
Got gun powder garlic uh uh when im ballin uh
Dont lose dont lose
Cuz you die you aint coming Back
Dont lose dont lose
Cuz you die you
Man]
Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye
Four metal street soldiers, born to die
Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it's Hammertime
niggaz can't be touched
[DJ Paul]
Jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous ass bitches!
Jealous ass bitches!
Jea, Jea, jealous ass bitches! jealous ass bitches!
[Chorus - repeat
though
Niggaz be strange as hell
Cruisin by with no views in mind
Confrontation its door die
Testin aim with these Luis eyes
Foes you decide
This vegan
nigga please
My enemies gone cease by any means
Hey World don't deny me I'm a G County fades
Sharp shanks in the cage it is what it is I ain't never
raising up the bar heavyweights couldn't up hold
Mr. BEST was foretold
See my life just unfold
Put some niggaz in a chokehold leave em blinds fold
Grad
Like that, I no go talk anything like that
Is D2 baby
Dope Nation
It's B2 bebe
Dope Nation
We combine like that
Don't divide multiply by heart
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