Lyrics:
fucking self, I'll put you under the ground
Say hi to the pound
You know you who dealin' with
You need to
Get it in your head that you are the best one out
and stop acting on that hard shit
Stripes on my back is what ya boy go to war wit
Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit
You gotta march like
the saddle
As soon as you hit the ground
You heard that the tough get goin'
When the goin' gets tough
Around here what we say is
Boy you better cowboy
fuckin' around
2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin the ground
Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy
We are not from the same home boy
My Nina Baker bring your
And snap back and battle my own shadow
Cus ya'll wack and all that
Bullshit ya talkin startin to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I'm a brew these punkies
Stir
(If Sin made it, it's solid, boy)
I smoke too many opps, I'm lazy
(Ayy) , all them niggas in a pack
Fuck them lil' bitches who said I
Was broke, if
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
boy, you know that you a ho
I don't give no fuck, you been a bitch
These niggas be shit
He talking about take the nigga head off, boy, you a bitch
I got
(Ray Tyson)
Postal border was makin' me mad
So I get up in my cruiser, broke out of the pad
Rolled to the West Side to check out my boys
Twenty
knows I know that you doubted
I smoke by myself when my mind just be feelin to crowded
I just fade away
But I'm here to stay
Dont know what to say
I been
talk about shottys and .40s
But them boys ain't ever seen guns
I'm tryna retire at 40
I ain't working 'til 71
I ain't working 'til 71
I ain't
This is a shout out to my ex
Heard he in love with some other girl
Yeah yeah, that hurt me, I'll admit
Forget that boy, I'm over it
I hope she
hat
That boy rap again, he get put in a Backwood
Can never go broke, our pockets be fact
I'ma spend it again and make it right back
When I think about
at your garments, boy
What about that shit you say they did when I was broke? (Yeah)
And what about buyin' a ticket to get beat up at my show? (Yeah,
Dig Dug, making black noise
Mental food
Crude black oil for you overemotional
Cats that lack poise
Go through your b-boy convulsion
As we keep coasting
cause I don't go by the book
Nigga disrespect me, then that boy get cooked
Nineteen in this bitch, but I'm thinkin' like a vet
We call your bitch 2K,
her
Boy yo voice loud but this 40 louder
Hey Smoking on some ZaZa nugs that look like cauliflower
Me and my bitch both took ah perk
And got some
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh
All the shit we did, and my lil' bro
He still on go he tryna spin again, think he a hoe
You just don't know that boy gon'
like sexyy red cuz bitch I'm looking for the hoes
Bullets hit him in his leg that boy ain't make it to the pros
Im the real grim reaper see the demon in
that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up,
good that time!
Say, do you remember when I broke in Larry's house
Late at night and tied his mouth with a rag
Then I dragged him by his ankles
that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up,
road Bx the borough that's where I'm from
Longwood, Kingsbridge ave that's where I hung
You at work but your girlfriends bed is where I'd come boy
I
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