Lyrics:
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
to realize what I told you when
I was 16? I was dead ass
Yo, what Vegas got me favored to win by?
It don't matter
I'm gonna cover the spread fast
You had a 16
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans
Towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants
Shit's
press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hit's, well
I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans
Towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants
Shit's
gunshots is promised to me, when will I stop?
I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high
Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn't have
rich as dope dealers?
Nothing left for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments
Thug coaches with subs sittin on the bench; either that or rap
We want
from,
Think its a game we can take it to the guns
[Chorrus]
Born in the gutter, raised in the slums
I don't like talkin we can take it to the guns,
Got
Girl you might want to be careful 'cause I'll steal you from your mister
My legs are pretty fast but my bicycle is quicker
I have very few aspirations
Yeah
Yeah (big ol' Vulture Mafia, VC, Vulture Cartel, nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
Yeah, nobody safe (yeah) when I'm outside (when I'm
costed
Yo life young nigga
Didn't go out without a fight behind the gun trigger
You better think fast or get swept off yo feet
Nigga it hurts to see
ashamed, 'cause I'm'a blast first up in the game
It ain't a mystery to me, money close at range
'Cause these bitches be talkin shit
I live by the crucifix
me, my young niggas
Break away from these dumb niggas
Put down the guns and have some fun, nigga, the rest'll come, nigga
Fame is a fast thing, that
was fly
Grabbed me by my hand and I thought I would die
Said she wanted to take me home to make love
Now that's the kind of rap that brothers dream
ranger
And if I don't got it with me on DECK
Your gettin CUT like a
Las Vegas' card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch
I ain't a dog trainer
(Coke white cash got me fitted like Royce)
Millionaire drug dealer raps (waiting, uh, um, yeah, you leave me no choice)
Show and tell (we don't
who we are
A team from outta Queens with the American Dream
So we're plottin' up a scheme to get the seven-figure cream
Livin' the fast life with
on deck
'Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna roll through the set
Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept
At a night club, talkin' bout you
talkin' bout you don't go out
And you tryin' to got to school to make a certain amount
But the last part, I just couldn't figure it out
I guess it's real
face, when you see me get the fuck on
Dope fiend ass nigga, tryna to get a free check
Talkin' that shit, but you's a motherfuckin' bitch
So when you see
made three, NYC
Where the suffocatin' of dreams lurk behind the steel beams
On the Bowery, fiends cowering, tourists love not to see
On the train we
know what time it is)
Put your guns down nigga
(West Side) we UNmuthafuckinTouchable (Gang)
Die, West Side, Outlaw, Thug Life
MO muthafuckin B lB
ain't no way that they can run
Real plug, in my label meetings with a gun
Baby girl in love, she just wanna fuck a thug
Yeah, young drug dealer with
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