Lyrics:
Do it for the love of music
Damn I said it in a song
Get what you want no excuses
No sleep man I'm getting my own
Damn I ain't never gon' lose it
won't let it be, oh no
So I said to her, "I gotta get her home
This is so hard for me, but you gotta leave me alone"
She said she didn't wanna listen
backstabbing cowardly snitch
My homies [?] fighting 25 to life for doin' dirt
So dont try to deny it sucka
He's got you paper worked
Should of kept you homies
Satan gave this homeboy a license to kill
And if he comes knocking I'ma show him the deal
What the fuck you gonna do about that
What the fuck you
I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, 'cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by
or knuckle up
Ground zero we never ran never
Will we fuck 'em up
Dude you gonna get your ass banged
Fuckin' with that homie Lloyd Banks
Wild gun style what
crew
3-9-1-0, don´t tell me what to do
Don´t forget where we came from lil homie
Don´t forget what we did to get there homie
Pushing packs, counting
work like appliances
Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences
The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
You try to flee but you got
, pull up with the 9
Pull up with the
Cash in with the ride, tell me when I'm gonna die
Is you even getting high? Could you tell it by the kind
Look,
sold out the garden
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you
shoes
Cruisin' for a bruise, all the screws loose, shoot
Yeah, causin' all the blues
Call it Chamber Hop, maybe like a Diddy Bop
Fella with no name, but
Debt I gotta pay
And so there's bread I gotta make
Got this head I'm gonna shave
Fucked up teeth
Hey my granny love my face
Raised by a narcissist
Thirty
your
By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what
your
By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what
on you
You got me so excited, so what you gonna do'
So what you gonna do' Yeah, yeah
I can't fight it, babe, you know I gotta get it, babe
You gotta
plans
Now it's back to grams, DAMN, ain't that somethin'
All that for frontin', what you gonna do? nothin'
So let's keep things rationalized
Everything I
on Melview
What? We gonna have to jail you too
In the line-up, don't speak until we tell you to
This the person who jimmed your lock, sir?
It was dark,
Screaming from
Strychnine
So now grab a bitch by her
Pussy
And slip her a roofy
She'll never know it
Just as long as you don't
Show it
So don't blow
Yeah we gonna do it like this
Mobsters reign, we hope you feel this
Speedknot Mobsters
My click been strugglin' half a lifetime tryin' to get
gonna get down now
Working 9 to 5, what a way to make a living
Barely gettin' by
It's all taking and no giving
They just use your mind and
You never get
way
Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and you never get the credit
Bad Boy, what you gonna do
What you gonna do when they come for you
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
You'll see, haha, you'll see
Yo, hard as it is
It's either you play ball or you drug dealy dealy
Standin' on the block when the spot get hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm
late my
Eyes start looking oriental
And this pen is so temperamental, it's mental
I get money but you still see me in a rental
Shaking the petrol pump
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