Lyrics:
yeah, yeah they call me a gangster
You heard me I got six million ways to die, ay
I've got six not five not four not three not two not one
I'm
what if what if what if
Legends never die
Shoulda coulda woulda shoulda
Shouldnt be alive
Almost died like forty times
First time I was four or five
4ckn hating on me (yeah)
So shut the 4ck up... 4ck all my haters
You know what it do... Just 4ckn stop plan
I came from uptown... Yeah i ain't 4ckn lying
they ask me
What I keep a pistol fo'? I say
Without it I feel naked as a stripper ho
Thats how it is when you was
Raised by some triple OG's
The first
its a star in yo presents
so icy that my earlobes hurt
but what its worth
dont test me i got the four fitfth under the skirt
thick in the thighs can top
What ho sed de ting!
I'm back, nyaaah! You thought you got away with it, didn't you? But you didn't. No, not on your fourth little
box set of Run
through watchin' "Ray" I hit
I laid it down beat it up, let her go clean it up
Take a five minute nap, wake up and eat it, what
The it's part two, in
and your friend you know it's times two
One night got me two hoes
Two hoes got me four bottles
Four bottles cost me eight racks, all of that I'll make back
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
it out by the time that I'm 30
Had a dream I was in room 29, that sh** was great
With two different women, meaning 2 got ate (8)
One was 27, the other
words, by very, very peaceful methods to bring
peace, you know instead of peace through violence,
that's what we're trying to do and if we succeed in
that,
the internet going nuts
But T. Farris got my back so now I'm holding my nuts
It's Paul Wall baby what you know bout me
I'm on that five nine Southle baby
twenty-four/seven
Steady stackin my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven
Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it
Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big
to the table
You ain't eating if your
Friends ain't eating with
Dickheads, '09 take me back
I lost two grand last week
And didn't make it back
And teachers
told you not to call me here!
This better be some good shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a big one, it's going down tonight
But it's gonna cost you two
Timbuktu
'Cause I'm original, like Black Falasha Jews
Velours by BUFU. Buy Us, Fuck you
Try us, fuck you
You die y'all got gats but him buck too, nigga
at
Where I gotta be
I can't be late
Got us shackled by R hands and feet by certain date
By a certain month
Certain year
A certain age
What's age
It's just
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
to try
Just kick off your shoes, get on the floor
This is what we came here for
Oooooh, you've got to break it down
You've got to get it out
Just get
cross examinin' for the case
Yeah I testify your honor, it was death by dishonor
It was a crime committed, I swear to you I know who did it
It
high
Keep it lit but don't die for that shit
Keep a stick and don't vibe with that bitch
We just trying to get by
I got three hoes in this two door
, once in a while
I see ya lovin my style
You know I can take it, roll with a stand-by for nothin
Divide, lay low until the ride be out
The four
or related to thugz I'm guilty
[Chorus- Ja Rule][ x 2]
It's murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga
No more crying
heart to the streets
Listen close and pay attention practice what you preach
If you thuggin and you love it you live and die by it
You take a loss you pay
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