Lyrics:
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
"Thriller" (boom)
My bass drum is a killer
Packed like a musket, tough to test it
Your arrested (Yo, was he in a trial?), you guessed it
His eyes are big, his
I love the hood
Yo, I ain't gotta stunt for the 'Gram 'cause you know what I'm on
Walked in the club, it's like we're holdin' it up
Rocks for
Of his crimes, we tried to compile a list
Sellin' sexy DVD's of a Willy being kissed
Stealin' pensions on the old and infirm
Made a fortune sellin'
And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back
Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that
It's a dub a** see thing dub see brain
And we don't kick
back when New York was dirty
Hat low wit two box cutters in my certy
Queens was my residence, AQ
Marine Terrace, right by the water, the greatest view
Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes,
If you want herb we got bombs
Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones that smoke
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
Ayy, I'm true to this game
Do it big 'til they remember your name
Hussle
We still them same niggas that we used to be
Blacc Sam in that sedan, in
niggas tried to jam me
I'm strapped now movin around wit the swammie
Got a baby by ya baby mama nigga we family
Niggas mad at the kid 'cause I'm caked up
guys
And so you ask about the god DO
I'm top notch holdin my spot gun by my crotch
You think not I'm respected and feared around here
And so I must
the southside nigga)
(Yeah, you know the motto)
(By life, know life)
(Bread life before ours, nigga)
(Live from the motherfucking pen', fuck with my nigga
I pick her up in Seabrook, we havin' dinner in Portsmouth
Green eyes, grey dress, I swear this girl's gorgeous
The waiter smile big each time he
What it do my dude
Yu-Gi-Oh gets two, three
Pot of Greed, Shonen Jumped in too
We just livin' Otaku
Dontchu mind me
Given new issues for free
Yugi
holdin in
All the things I’m holdin onto
Hopin they'd gone by mornin
Then the evenin come, the sun is gone, the darkness sets in
Lean all in my sprite
Oogin oh, holdin it down believe me
It's feezy's of the heezy, We be in somebody's basement beats by Jason
And Gran call me Chris and Jason
(Nelly)
You
a and a trick, I couldn't be it
Even though we rolling, Man they nuts holdin na
Tell them don't say when the money folding na
I moved up to big pimping from
chick come in a whip let me see ya sit
Me and Nelly holdin it down bout to freak the shit
Hearin me spit so you can ask me who I sound like
But I
in this century
Gettin' blueback off that bubbly
We them street mothafuckas who got some big mothafuckas
Playin' for keeps mothafuckas
Bringin'
moms, she still speak
She don't know I ain't cool
With her son no more it’s old shit
See forever we holdin' this grudge
Takes real men to squash beef
End
You can smell us when we pullin' up
Always smokin' skunk, roll it up
You say you gangbang, throw it up
You don't roll with us, you don't roll with us
And you looked like your bitch ass was 'bout to start runnin'
But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation
And see if we can fix this little
test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let's go)
Yo, uh, come on, come on, now
Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now
PnB, how they did Takeoff
They'll take a hundred years to prove to niggas they ain't soft
Big Hit', sittin' in a hole as I write this
Holdin' your
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