Lyrics:
but to me I'm like who
I'll never sacrifice my mans for a 100 mill
Stuck by side since the womb for you I'll kill
We done tortured niggas to the max no
and a player
Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer
You don't like it
Well stay out of my fucking way
Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet
're doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
potatoes, now fuck later????
Chorus: Puff Daddy
We won't stop, till you niggas come and stick me
And I don't stop, till you haters rock wit me
the body like turtles
Righteous or wicked, see, we'll take root
Which one you further for
Christ will deliver you with no pain
Epidural, uh, don't matter,
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
I got a dawg and his name is Max
I'm filling the bag and
I'm getting these racks
I'm like
Cindy Lou?
Who the hell is you
I be flying to Whos
In my
yeah
The helluva ill type shit you fear
That's cause we knowin' but you don't really know
Cause every nigga that call himself rappin' don't really
basketball
In the backyard on a forty by sixty-three foot long sports court (what?)
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (ha)
Slangin' yayo (slangin'
rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's
Eighty-five on the bridge, hat to the side
Twenty-three-inch Yokohama flats on the ride
Young Stunna, baby girl, is you up on me?
They go so hard, man, I
brothers like
We really supposed to do, we throwing money at Mike
Michael been rich and Nike been richer
Lemme break it down since you don't get the big
run after your dream
We a pack I could never turn my back on the team
But like Shaq I had to go and turn my back on the league
If I post, take my shot,
two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyes
Fools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone three
Deep coverage, man under
We used to break doin'
two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyes
Fools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone three
Deep coverage, man under
We used to break doin'
out I max out with the same same watch on me chain
We killing niggas no repass my momma got like 3 Jags
You talkin' bout how you ball nigga we really
looking like 3D
You niggas is lame, sending her money that comes to me me
We running up all your racks bitch, akikikikikikiki
Hahaha, yeah... no hook. Let
I get off like Prince, but I don't have to show my ass
Pass the rest, like a test, if you slip then you'll get ripped
With your handicapped pass
on what I want when I write
So why should I ever fear another man
If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?
OK, you win, you can say we can't
on what I want when I write
So why should I ever fear another man
If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?
OK, you win, you can say we can't
gon make it happen while you look to the sky
It's the N-E-smoke to-L's don't ask me-why
4-42 on the lyin don't pass me by
Paint like onions make
And I don't think that I can stop it, here it comes
I do my best to try to block it, redrum
I've been sipping on like, vodka, head's numb
I'm
around, baby
Love when you around, baby
Three knots tatted on the wrist like I asking for a kiss
You my drug, baby. Get from above, baby
Like little Pete,
How the fuck you think I ever got this far?
By bootin' motherfuckers like a shootin' star
'Cause I'm out to show, that I'm a dope MC
Think crack had
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