Lyrics:
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
and a black bitch I can't pick I want them both
Don't play this game if you can't hang, no she ain't know I was a pro
Look, no I don't need your love baby I'm
To the states, I'm collecting my pay
Blast off then I'm back to the K
Hold it down so my family straight
Represent in a family way
Pro ball not for amateur
that
what you know about that, pro'ly know me from the rap
I am the leader of a revolution, the betterment of music
is embedded in they head and chest,
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass
postal
Rap game easy like recording on pro tools
After I fuck I forget that I know her
I knock a ten down like I'm a pro bowler
We all in the streets don't
I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie
And I'm ridin' on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game,
Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't
smooth devices
Time Crisis, I played the game, low lifers
In a brawl, ripped the phones out the walls in Riker's
Vipers in the infirmary rooms with
Just look over your shoulders!
Whenever you need me
Just look over your shoulders, honey!
Yeah, you need me (ooh)
I wrote my first bars in the car
got feet ho
All these motherfuckers playing games but not me no
Hundreds fall hun-hundreds fall, so much you can't see bro
Ain't you fuckin' lucky that
walked the path
That was laid
I kept the pace
Never worried about a lost
I peep the game
I just walked by faith
Hit the road in a
Royce I'm switching lanes
ball, Y'all can't ball
Yo ref, where's the tech? Man, make the call
The game is gettin tight verbal victories in sight
What counts is what you write not
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd
Kill the beat like a gentleman, so smooth
Boy killin these pro-tools
I'm on team God but, uh, that's old news
Is you runnin this game
Is you runnin this
the butters
I came from the gutter, my success in this game is sort of like "Pro-jectic Justice
A payment for brushes with police officers, a peace offering
what they want
No, they won't get by me
Like my mother and my father passed on down to me,
Yeah, It's runnin' in the genes
Yeah, I'm fuckin' crazy
Fuck
(contracting kills)
Vixens all in the deal, (mind yo business)
Pros at their sex appeal, (sexy sexy)
When I'm out in the field (out the field)
Contracting my
somebody after she touches me
Mami, I'm not your regular nigga; I know the game
But I don't play by the rules; I'm focusing on my moves
That way I will
In the G by myself
Questionin’ myself
What is my life
What am I doin’
Am I livin’ right
Are my dreams worth pursuin’
Gotta reach them heights
Book
and grape
Yellow and purple, everything mellow in your circle
Feeling like metal can't hurt, you got that pro meth 'itch
(Watch your bitches)
Keep a hoe in
shaking like a stripper, she a pro with it
When I say it's going down, I'm saying down like in Anvil
Hell, that ass still shake when you stand still
Crafting songs in the basement
Burn your tongue if you go and try to taste it
Beats by Sean O don’t wanna waste it
Yeah truth hurts but you gotta go
aint got time for no hoe
Watch me glow
My homie pio he know how this game goes he a pro and thats fo sho
Dont make me and my motherfucking crew bury you
Hello, hello, my ace man, my fellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, oh no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
Discuss these pro in the game by lloyd Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In