Lyrics:
I'm just doing my thing
And I don't have time for a playlist
How much will you pay me though?
The song was not a hit on the radio
Oh-oh, oh-oh,
You know when you hear that haaa
Montana, remix
Yayo
All I know is yayo, every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode
And if you try
Meek seems wary
("Usually when you run into some dudes you
Don't know in a back lot, it's
About something, " he will tell me later)
But they reveal
down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk faggot crab
One, one two
Check me out right here yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever
(You can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's here then
What a bunch of fuckin' assholes, you know why?
You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be
You need people like me
You need people like me so
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you? could hit me don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new
son (check)
Word up, son, let them know, though, son
I feel you, man, let 'em know, son
It takes nothin' but a hot slug to fill a villain (fill
your affairs
Will be eloquently handled by the homie upstairs
They came in pairs, let haters know you're hearing impaired
You don't worry about no
meditation
How you treat me with contempt like you know my contemplation
Don't wait until the end until you have a revelation, word up
Swung by on the car
I be wearing braids and rockin' jerseys daily
But that don't mean I'm thuggin' though
He don't want me with you
But I ain't tryna hear it though
I can't be a savage
I gotta live lavish
Can't settle for average
You know I need a palace
I gotta live lavish
Can't settle for average
Goons by my
on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
Give me a Smith & Wesson, I'll have
not comin' home with no fifty six
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
Before I let these crackers throw me in shit
Bounce if you
move it by the bundle
My hood push birds like Alfred Hitchcock
Make work flip-flop, move it by the nick drop
Don't know how you do this, how we do
it was stormin outside, that nigga'd be by
That's me dawg, on my block, I ain't have to play the big shot
Niggaz knew me back when I was stealin bell
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
you can say what you want about my persona
but don't let me hear you or I'm gon' freak you out like Madonna
Sneak up on put my gat to your stomach
but yo
You can't kill me, cause I'm already dead
Scarface goin' psycho, yeah
Play pussy get fucked and take two to your head
I'm Bushwick
but yo
You can't kill me, cause I'm already dead
Scarface goin' psycho, yeah
Play pussy get fucked and take two to your head
I'm Bushwick
A bad place
Even I shouldn't even listen to me
That gave me a sad face, a sad face
You might might see me driving by
Blasting my shit with a sad face
and pink whit though
Fucked over by me
You should star in a porno
Im a go to town on your ass and I will bite
Rolls named washington
No coke just powder
that East side Buffalo shit
Everything relate back to drug dealing
Trust me on that, trust me, take my word
Everything
Yo, I know you feel it, but
and ride with a nigga
so I can show you what Dade County really got
See don't be fooled by South Beach
Thinking when you come to the Bottom
You can
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