Lyrics:
like that
Give me unconditional love, and I give it right back
I will rob and steal witcha, dog nigga what
Ride 'til we die, on 'til it's up
Thick
with
If you scared, by dog, release the four by fours
I heard the fagot-a** Don died, and he s*** in his drawers
On the streets, black; good like
this second album, aight? (Talk about it)
So I'ma break it down, explain it to you like this
Check it out
Back in the days I used to say (oh, yeah),
this second album, aight? (Talk about it)
So I'ma break it down, explain it to you like this
Check it out
Back in the days I used to say (oh, yeah),
Keep it moving lil mama keep it moving on
Fuckin niggas wanna compet, they wanna be king pins
They want it for cheap they had me back on see in (not me
a four
I shoot at the stars, strike a pose (grrah)
I walked in this bitch with a coat
Yeah, yeah, I want the fetti
Die by Lil Keed, yeah, I'm thug
that shit you doing
Aye I love that shit
(Yeah)
Try to rob me that shit gone get deadly
Fuck the police they kno I be stepping
Age of 13 doing drive by's
Block Hot
Block Hot
The Block is hot
Gotta watch out for the ops
In and out
Birds coming by the flock
They setup shop
Just to get a lil guap
Plot
We got glocks and 9's
And we got 223's
Momma knew no telling what the streets a do to me
Member when they killed my lil cuzzo for his jewelery
Since
outside and taking his Fro
Ain't leaving no witness (Nah)
For months me and brodie been sliding, get back what he owe
Get back in them trenches
Me and lil
and grands, so make room for the big man
I walk the streets in peace and I’m never strapped
But I know a crew of young guns that’ll send you back
So easy
back to the streets
Don't let Viacom, dictate the heat
The nerve of them, I never heard of dem
Askin' me about, my urban spins
And if I got about,
out my watches, shit look stupid
Servin' crack and shit
We posted up by signage totin' toolies
We spinnin' back again
Lil bro you can't be scared, you
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
rhymes, tight rhymes, lowriders
beautiful women, and high times
the ages of street perceptions
perfect fix to get you back in the mix
little homie kickin
niggas dying
Back in the day Rolling down the Street
Im not a kidd anymore We was Vibin tired of seeing all my niggas Dying
Yeah yeah yeah Rolling down
like that
Give me unconditional love, and I give it right back
I will rob and steal witcha, dog nigga what
Ride 'til we die, on 'til it's up
Thick
have fell from heaven she the devil in disguise
Acting all tough, we knew you since a jit
You done bought that lil gun and all you did was shot a kid
You
neck and wrist, aye
(Lil Boat)
When I pull to the scene
Trailed by some shooters
Young rich nigga livin' wild
All my niggas ruthless
My diamonds
cruise around the brown side of town
Neighborhood music giving back neighborhood music
Neighborhood music Lil Rob puts it down for the brown side of town
dirty
Yea uhh yea rob em for his feets they did him dirty
Yea niggas don't want that beef please don't start it yea
Niggas really from the streets they
for the streets
Stay low
Kick back
Dont attack
Keep the heat
Dont rob my niggas we all gotta eat
Slide by
Drive by
Rest in Peace
Gettin clapped
When you
Boy I swear I get you ran down
Me and my street always land down
Free my boys that's in the can now
They free'd em all now they all hands down
She
neighborhood music
Neighborhood music, Lil Rob puts it down for the brown side of town
Neighborhood music
Snap
Jump in my Cadillac ese I?ll be back ese
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