Lyrics:
Yo, yeah
Get-get mad, get aggy wid it
I'm a bully to the beat, I'm a daddy wid it
I hold her so tight when I'm doing my ting, she told her
, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo)
I get apes doin' crime, stomp niggas like grapes makin' wine (yeah)
Five CDs with mad rhymes (aight)
Don't
Guess I'm better off alone
(With who? The girl next door, ya know?)
Drove by your and saw that nobody was home (yo, man)
Yeah, I got it on my own
you're cheap and buried
cos you're never comin near it
So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin, foolin em when
You know what time it is
When you hear this right?
You know what time it is Charlie, mm yeah
Don, yeah, mm, yeah, mm, yo
Let's get 'em Steff
I got
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
conversation's never
Taken place and your Facebook face
Ain't the same when in yo basement
We know what you be saying, We ain't playing
I'm reporting it's
it equals frenz vs. endz
Yo, you're irritating, do you know what you're doing?
That's why my head don't really nod when you bust
Let's check
me
You didn't want me
You just treated me bad
Go ahead with all of that
So what you saw me with somebody else, What?
You're supposed to be mad
Your bitch look mad, that's sad as fuck
But fuck a bitch, R keep a dude in his truck
Your bitch look mad, that's sad as fuck
But fuck a bitch, R keep
this
When you got topless
You can slide or stay, be by my side always
But tonight I say
This ain't the time or place
Chorus:
Yo Rick whatcha doin?
We're
Wite-Out
On Jim Crow laws, you probably missed it
Hard to be persistent when you're tryin' to fight for your existence
It ain't easy livin' life like
tuck your shirt in, you're devilish, uh
Okay, who black, who black, who black, who not?
I know they mad, they mad, the Devil get hot
We the sports,
to do it, youngin
And these pussy niggas gon' tell up on me
I feel yo' pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five
because the streets don't have to
[Chorus] - 2X
[Mad Skillz]
Yo, fuck gettin high, I need high dough
And when you high all you seein is yo' money movin
dancin' freely
He runs out to the middle of the street
Gets mad again and slaps his beanie
Then Meek Mills drives by him in the
Rain and splashes him with
Yo-yo-yo-You’re the one
You’re the one
Yo-yo-yo-You’re the one
You’re the one
Yo-yo-yo-You’re the one
You’re the one
You’re the one
You’re the one
You’re
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
effects like Tech N9ne
This is PHASE II that you're hearing and this is something that you've never seen before
So press play, turn up the volume and listen
you're go-o-ne
I said, oh, I'm blinded by the lights
No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch (touch)
I said, oh, I'm drowning in the night
Oh, when
got the game
When I pass by I know exactly what you say
He's so fly
And yes, he's so cool
Hey shawty (hey shawty)
What it do
He's mad 'cause I'm looking
Why you big mad
Pull up with a big bag
Where I'm from we live fast
Spend it when we get cash
Bad lil bitch from Japan
With a big ass
You can have yo
here
In this bullshit that we call the streets
You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga
I got mad love for the East coast, West
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