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to mother, look at it from a thug point of view
When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the streets and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you
me and her we make money the same way
Four cities, two planes the same day
Those shows have never been what it's about
But maybe we'll go together
at what the fuck you done got into
I see you found your niche, you just a bitch with a menstrual
Claiming you a murderer, and you spelled it wrong
You
Draw we don't squeeze, and SUV's on two-fours with t.v.'s
Probably with your b****, playin the backseat
And you know I hit it, ain't the type to chill
These girls by my side always my ride or die
So they couldn't be more wrong
(Kira)
They say two's a company and three's a crowd
But with four
It's not
holy
Been near death too many times can feel it closely I was born alone
And ima die by my lonely
I'm from the land where they'll leave you die slowly
So
no brakes, ooh
I'm willin' to work it out however long it takes you
You feel like you miss those happy days
Well, girl, that makes two of us, our
Just an average joe- live, work, then die
But I gotta tell ya I’m king of it now
And the best part is how I got here (how?)
You see, I’m a liquor savant
4 straight
Ain't gotta look at your plate
I got two dicks for a nigga we gon donate
I got 4 bands in my left hand
And bought 5 in my pocket
Niggas
two for the bitches
Three to get ready {cause I feel I finally did it
Four's for the jealous rapper mad because he finished
Turn that motherfucker
make sure you're pushin' harder to it
The game was changed when the bullshit was brought here
Our sets are fallin' now they live in love
We got five
get real violent
In my field they get real
What you know about it?
I keep the pole like a streetlight
I won't leave without it
I pour a four up in my
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
Mutha fuckas lookin' at me funny, you Love 2 Hate
Check it.
What?
Nigga uh.
Is it because I went on tour wit Biggie Smalls?
Or is it because yo
was bad, rapping 'bout guns we never had
Now we smoke raws with filter tips, old homies talking shit
Said you got what's best of mine but you stay
you think that you have a chance
Killin' don't come at me
Abs-olutely not
You two ain't got what I got
It's an onslaught
To us spiders you're pot shots
to two by four, hey
Yeah, I'm gonna make you, shake you, take you
I'm gonna be that one who breaks you
Put the screws to you, my way
Hey, come
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I
6, 7, 8, and rest
Work that body
Work that body
You can do it
You can make your body 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Shake down 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Left
This is what, this what they want, huh?
This is what it's all about
Word, time to take Affirmative Action, son
They just don't understand, you
Wine got a budget
4 years later now everybody love it
(Take it all, you need me)
God fucking damn
Niggas said June wasn't that hot
JB sitting back and I
to mother, look at it from a thug point of view
When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the streets and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you
they know that what you a soldier to a general
Baby steel, got it in a bag, airtight navy seal
Tell them little dudes I ain't mad at y'all
College kids
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