Lyrics:
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
Yo!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, hey, yo
Never will it stop
Hang guns with double digit shots
I move work on other niggas blocks
Leave out the club wit
running from the cops (cops)
Pray at night, in the day they sell rocks
Gotta make it out (make it out), before we get popped
It's ugly tryna make it off
to your neck
Bust shots and watch your tonsils hit the deck
Lettin you know where I stand
Original ( ? ) gun bad bwoy like Ninjaman
Back-talk I don't stand
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
gon' be nothin to him but a ugly-ass chimp)
(Blackman)
(Don't sell out)
[ VERSE 1: Hardhead ]
Put yourself in the shoes of my color
In a position
KRS and Melodie live together with D-Nice and Harmony
Side by side with Rebecca, D-Square, Sidney
BDP!
Yes!
I got a hundred guns two hundred
pullin' guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope
A lil' crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
And in
And now a word from out local sponsor
[Beth Melillo Speaks]
Gun possession is a hazardous war affecting children in their homes and schools
Eight
a living
Or sell drugs for funds
No matter what you do
Stack your guns and ones
Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks
Little cute kid potentially
And now a word from out local sponsor
Gun possession is a hazardous
War affecting children in their homes and schools
Eight children a day die
bottles of Ciroc
And bowls of red grapes members of
Meek's entourage
Old friends who he now semi-employs
For a variety of unspecific tasks
Drift in and out
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
Yeah, trappin ain’t dead
I re-up on the first, then sell out by the third
We used to get it by the zip but now we cop birds
I’m the man in my city, man
Love your enemy because love is the enemy
Your sell by date has expired
Your sell by date has expired
Your sell by date has expired
Your sell by date has
let me go to jail and then get out and heard you fell off
I'ma peel these calendars inside the dirty cell off
I ain't gon' sell out, knock this time
sell out
For fame
Nothing
But cowards
Screw fame
Couldn't
Give two
About it
Can live
Without it
Bitches
Sell souls
In them is
No talent
They know
want to sell you 50 burrito supremes
I want to live out my dreams by selling you my things
Please make me happy
There is no greater value
I've got
sell a nick to your moms
I'll sell a brick out your house
I'll sell a brick to a house, nigga
I'll send a clip to your mouth, back of the gun to your
sell a nick to your moms
I'll sell a brick out your house
I'll sell a brick to a house, nigga
I'll send a clip to your mouth, back of the gun to your
People they whispering
It don't get no realer
Sixteen with a body he a killer
Running around with a stick like Donatello
Man these niggas out to
Murder
fifty three
Looking for me, a one-way ticket out
Don't understand, what's so hard to figure out?
They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck
Omar or Phil, bring you to me
And then me, hypnotized by the devil as well
Hold out my hand as an invitation into my hotel
No need to RSVP,
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