Lyrics:
ain't really about it they just pretending
Want a pack just send the addy I'll send it
Remember days it wasn't nothing for dinner
And now lil shawty tryna
She like to hurt me
For me she ain't worthy
Lil girl you can't work me
But she want to work it out
They be in the drought
Earthquake how the girl be
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
with you alone
And to get you in the sheets, but if you wanna play
You gotta pay that fee, cuz ain't shit free
You know the Jezebel type Manipulate male
had no time to write a letter to you
I'm hopin' that you got the money sent to you
Ain't nothing else to do but get paper
Ain't nothing else to do
Ain't
cuz
Outta town niggas watchin', wrong words get you sprayed, cuz
This shit for real, this ain't for play cuz
Lil' homies bustin' missions, ain't
A-K-A The Mayhem Click
And we're talkin' about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out entitle the Crazy Life
Can you tell us what kind
rather Hustle our way Up
How U gone Rob the Goon
This ain't no time to play
We dont do minimum wage
We rather Hustle our way Up
I move that Work by the Day
take you off the map
Lil nigga
Yeen ain't gettin no money
Get the fuck up out the trap
Lil nigga
Then took a loss
Two hours later back in the trap
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole
Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob
Viscious Man Funk on the boards
Coming at you for the 98
And it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I
you're traumatized, baby girl, it shows
I hate to see that it shows
This whip don't mean nothing, unless you in front seat
I don't need no judgment, I
on the floor)
I ain't lettin' go, lil' bitch (I ain't lettin' go)
I'm like hold up
Do you want that? 'Cause we on that
And we strapped up with them 40 Glocks
got these record labels tryna sign me (I ain't signin')
Fuck with us or fuck around and catch a homi' (Catch a homi')
Glock-40 and I got it by
I was just a young lil nigga
I was just a young lil nigga I ain't never had nothing
I was just a young lil nigga running around wit some dumb lil
600 thou
Lil bro Blick got 2 years down
For sum bullshit like 2 quarter pounds
Tried to rob my nigga T Money
Shot em in the face
First thing he said
telling you nothing
They say mo’ money, mo’ problems but if it ain’t that then it’s end of discussion
They say that boy sick need robutussin'
Hand me
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, yea yeah
Leave my hands dirty, I'ma bury that nigga
Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga
Finger on the trigger, don't
Brand new car push start no key
get paid for my time ain't nothing here free
Man she wanna get drunk a lil bit, lil bit
Man she wanna have fun a lil bit
said, "YG, I can't take this shit no more"
I said, "Chill before you rob something," he said he need to smoke
So we lit up, I had to tell my nigga sit
fight, am I gonna rob that boy well I just might,
Speaking on my name we finna pull up when it's night, I just poured another four it ain't nothing light,
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
Don't take this personal nigga
When I meet Jaden Smith nigga I'm a rob you
Fuck what the cops do
I love what ya moms do
I love what ya pops do
Wills
a jit don't understand it
But it taught me something I'll never forget if you ain't walk with me
You can't be on set if you ain't rob for me you can't
like quick sand
If you a women take care of you I'm sorry you are no man
Mann I'm tired of fighting but lil' homie in ain't dead yet
(Bills gotta be
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