Lyrics:
up end of march its march of the dimes
I came back here to roll up
I said I came to roll up
I know that time will pass by
Ace it's the the third
Was the money good?, Was em bitches bad? Was them fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love?, did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're
most times I be blitzed
I'm having my gouda
My nigga all on her bitch
We ball like we hoopers
My nigga we hood rich
We winning not losing
My fella we got
ya own sound
Ya shit was hype, my shit ignite mics I'm in my zone now
Yea! Yea! Yea!
I'm in my zone now
I scribble hope, I scribble dope in every quote
live a life of crime
Or you gonna stay on the porch and do good by your people
But your destination is solely up to you
Damnnn
I've been running out
beat them cases
First place when I run my races
I work hard and I keep my aces
Here to there I done been them places
Had to man up and tie my laces
the Moncler
In the kitchen cooking up with the cookware
Popping up like click clack "whose there"
Dick her down like ace with the hardware
Stroke it till it
Last time that I checked
It was five chains on my neck
It was no smut on my rep, last time that I checked
I was sellin' zones in the set
Make
get yourself a horse and carriage,
Big pimpin'
You can pimp it by marriage,
Until then get it then,
Find yourself and let's begin,
I'm a tell you
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round, They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
Yeah!
This is for the niggas who
Kama Sutra
You know 258 is on a wave (Wave)
Got my dirty feet up on a wraith (Wraith)
Bunch of hood niggas sipping ace (Ace)
And that is why we call
about is how I'ma put my hood on like Trayvon
In my zone, they tote automatics
I'ma tear Burnsville down and I'ma name my projects AutoZone
Last night
the hood, we are chased by the billy
I got on my grind they'll callin' me ILLY
I don't fuck with these niggas they said that am silly
Top on the roof smoke
up, cuz?
Thuggin' that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in
the odds?
Raised by men that kept guns but couldn't keep a job
Head down up, down up, that's right keep the nod
Keep the bounce, keep the bop
Keep
Crooklyn, session
Take it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun
Press your luck, you get stuck by Buck
For your bucks, Masta Ace, has the taste
For ducks, and duck
out by the Citgo
But mama always made sure the tooth fairy found my pillow
My pops was always workin', he put the family first
Chicago Saturdays in
man, fuck what they lookin' at
I'm in that hot thang, gutter lane
Dippin' with the wood grain
So fuckin' hood, man, they call me the boogeyman
In
hate the seminar
Ignorant flip, hey, miss, you must jet
Flex for the funkiest but start to bounce
Measure hip-hop for weight, by the ounce
Bush
hate the seminar
Ignorant flip, hey, miss, you must jet
Flex for the funkiest but start to bounce
Measure hip-hop for weight, by the ounce
Bush
nigga
Made it to the top and I'm still one
Go and hit the weed, let her zone out
Keep a dime piece on the phone line
We could let a whole day go by
Took
thought I was a rap nigga
Cap niggas still in the hood with some strapped niggas
Gang members only hang with them, not no lame
Niggas ask me where I'm
remembering me, not just by my songs
I'll be gone, I'll be gone
Be gone, be gone
I'll be gone, I'll be gone
And please don't try remembering me, not just by my
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