Lyrics:
know me, one-three one and only
Could be never phoney in any ceremony, I'll tear you homey
Shut 'em down
Sonsee's takin' your time, makin' your mind
Down South huster slangin' on dat corner stackin' dividends
Fuckin' over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
And won't hesitate to use my
is fast, let's sign a new petition
Bring out the lies and let the rumor spread
(Let's manifest the only truth)
Break down the door and put the past
yaana 3nsoGya
Na Emom ay3 korr tes3 mogya
Here and there for the money Eh
Up and down for the money Eh
Seriously I have to get plenty money Eh
Man never honour Eh
on my mission
I'm hopping yard to yard
Crawling bush to bush
Hiding underneath car to car
And now three hours later and about 2 miles down the road
I'm in
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
cause I shoot it like three
And I'm not afraid to fuck you up so ref just gimme a T
Or make it an ejection, correction, make it a suspension
Fine or no
getting suntanned by the pool had to call a plumber because he had the right tool to fix my hummers rear passengers side door then it was getting cold last
to be
Perfect, disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,
Six rivals spittin' fire this the real truth bitch, breaking down for
(To my lovely baby's door)
But if she needs me bad I can find about 2 or 3 more
(One, two and many more)
One through the basement, to down the hall
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
know me, one-three one and only
Could be never phoney in any ceremony, I'll tear you homey
Shut 'em down
Sonsee's takin' your time, makin' your mind
down by your side when deep down they be lying
Everybody say they putting on for the city
But they helping everybody except my people in a bind
Everybody
down by the lake
In the shade where the wild flowers grow
What'll happen only heaven knows
So don't go down Maggie Creek Road
(at the end)........don't
gone hold it down
Say we gone hold it down
I'm feelin
You can tell by the way I walk
I aint from round here
Crown Apple straight blowing gas in the air
gone hold it down
Say we gone hold it down
I'm feelin
You can tell by the way I walk
I aint from round here
Crown Apple straight blowing gas in the air
so gifted when you kissing on my lips
Then when we switchin' up position, you ain't ever gotta slow down
I can be the, be the lover, lover of ya life
I
to fall)
There's no one else to blame
(No one else to blame, Uh, uh, what?)
You can't lock that door
(Unlock the door, '97 catalog, what, uh?)
Uh, I speak
are you doing up on that ladder?)
I live up here (you live up there?)
Yessir (why don't you come down and go in the door?)
I don't live in the door
paper (paper), two, ya get some more (some more)
Three, it's time to put them burglar bars on the doors (fo' sho)
Five, watch for 12, nigga, they gon'
dream
Trapping got it down to a T
Bad bitches keep 2 at least
They say Hood keep yo head high
Glizzy boy gotta stay alive
I need my bread by the deadline
Follow that dollar for a long way down
Far away from the poorhouse door
You either get to hell or to Hadestown
Ain't no difference anymore
Way
Begging you dont close the door
Leave me drowning in my sins till the devil pulls me down
Screaming out aloud but i guess its only me now
We could only be
niggas from the East side
By 12, I’m on one two just came through
Three of my main dudes four door Gran Coupe
Five bottles in each six models at least
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