Lyrics:
more fun not being skied by Neem
Handling with Joe and Haak is really blast
They catch all of my throws, even a shitty push pass
Learning the sets took
, buck, buck)
Always in trouble, 'cause I was never learnin' nothin'
Except how to muscle my way into the game with no setbacks (yeah, yeah)
All that's
You, uh, wanted to know what the good life is?
Beats by Herb, Rhymes, Kid 'n Play and cuts by Wiz
Just hype it up for this here crowd
With moves that
shirt
Better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Bridge:]
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep
Me 'n Weezy like a mouthful of hot peppers
Black Ferrari with the red seats
I call it playin checkers
I'm never doing verses
I'm forever giving
my uncle
G-L-O-C-K-I-c-N-N-c, ho, you know my name
I only talk shit to these niggas, that boy kinda stupid if he think I'm falling for game
Tryna put
mangle it tangle it
Definitely let people see that I got the hang of it
Pig you gotta try to make a mocery of a city
Who
Pock em n' pock em buck
and you'll wind up broke
B**** n****s don't deserve to kick it
With rich n****s, n**** we seven figure n****s
And we bigger than the biggest hip hop, n
fiz-ind out?
How can ya fuck a playa, playa haters better listen close
If you try to buck me, bitch, I'm outie with your fucking soul
Yes, the devil's
doors
But look here dog, a hoe once told me loc
Bite the hand that feeds you, and you'll wind up broke
B**** n****s don't deserve to kick it with rich
a diaper n' he hangs it on a stick
Over his back n' goes headin' on down by the pierside.
He gettin' on down by the pierside,
His manager's down there
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
ice on me I feel like I’m gonna shiver,
This shit real life, this shit not Instagram, I got no filter,
You can tell these n****s snakes, just by how
the rips in 'em
Gen 5 Glocks, extended clips
Shit'll get ignant
"Rio, why your pop look like that?"
It's a six in it don't be steppin' 'round my
Kitchen by
The show gun with Shogun to testify
To show somethin'
We hold somethin' that electrifies
N-1 L-B, no one left behind, pause it
Where I grew up in the world
[Verse 1] Welcome to the land of misery Where my delivery strikes with madness Hearts explode from a touch of the 44 blastin (Party) By the killas
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven!
Came into the game two thumbs up
It's GodSyllable don't get it fucked up
You say you don't know like what what
It's a big boy game, no putt putt
So
the Glock cocked, sucker don't jock me up
Fuck a drive by, nigga take dead aim
Load him up in a frame and
Knock his ass out the game
Boom boom was
so sick
If the chopper leave you with no dick
Buck blast and there holdin your shit
At least 6 of you and a couple more of you bitches
And I don
Vagina
Finda notha crew of n****s that can f*** with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How
Sometimes I'm just like oh damn
To all that bulls*** you was running
Tried to play games with my time
Really messed with my mind yeah
We use to chill
Ballin like Bledsoe, I play with them bucks
Straight out the south, so don't play with me bruh
All of these checks, Nike calling me up
I took em off, I did
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
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