Lyrics:
produce this
My folks ain't come here on cruise ships
I need gold bricks for my 2 cents
ASÉ's the movement I move with
Through my egun is how do this
I'm
the more problems man believe me
But I ain't going nowhere nigga, they need me
I eat this hating shit for breakfast, ah they feed me
To beat me is like
copes in their own way
I can't take your word you gotta show me
Y'all ain't really real that's a role play
I've been getting high by my lonely
Everybody
I'm ready to go right now, I'm ready to go right now
One two three red light, I wanna see what you dance like
But if I can be your buddy, help you
It's Down $outh
Hu$tla Mu$ic
Hnm music
Shout to pt for this one
Let's go let's go
Richboy we ready
We ready we ready
We ready we ready
We ready we
know y'all ain't litty
We got the staff
Moses hand
Split the Red Sea
Like she on the rag
Marlboro 100's you little fag
Life's a bitch but look like
and break bread
WE GON DRANK WIT IT
Chains hurt
Faint worse
For that plaint work
WE ON SAINT WORK
Y'all still claiming what u ain't
Y'all will change turn
(50)
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin'
(50)
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin'
'on't want it, you ain't really ready
You must think I'm lyin'
I got some niggas in this bitch that
Got some niggas in this bitch
Mean muggin' like we
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
rocks
But y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin' dollars
What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
We ain't stupid
Think you got us
me nigga
You know I'ma a fool for this
I gots two for this
I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this
Them Daddy dollars y'all
My shit
I'ma give all why y'all something, word up
Word up, all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one
They goin' be like,
"Yo you, you need
welfare that got us niggaz on the street
Thinkin' who in the hell care?
Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
But y'all ain't ready
how i had y'all running
You flexing other people shit to try to match I'm coming
Bitch you ain't ready for the shit I'm on, yeah
Broke bitch probably
ride
Killers with attitudes, but ready to die
Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked
Turkeys get stuck, and niggas get cuffed
Ready for combat, my
different,
And y’all can’t compete with that.
Niggas be thinking I’m preachy.
But y’all ain’t got nothing to teach me.
 I’m making the music that y’all think
fucks ain't got no gat
I don't even think y'all niggaz ain't seen no blood
I can tell by the way y'all act
I can tell how you talk ain't 'bout no war
This one is for Pimp, this one is for Screw
And this one is for Nip, pour out and sip
Bubble gum cookin' banana leaves flip, Nevada heat list
or place let's go, down for the cause, strapped to draw
Ready to brawl, back against the wall, us against all
y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none (x2)
boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas
Screaming what, what niggas, y'all a bunch
can catch me where the money at, lil' nigga, I ain't hide
Y'all ain't seein' no money, so that explain why y'all can't find me
Hit a nigga with this
stopping, until I'm dead
Laser on this bitch green, but the dot red
He ain't really fucking with my team, he ain't got bread
Bro popped him a bean now his
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