Lyrics:
spitballs and cause crazy fights every week
I was the complete rascal, Dennis the Menace
I there was any trouble goin' down best believe I was in it
face)
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place
Bow ya home, how ya gone
Fuck with me if I ain't
pace I am goin' for your place
Bow ya home, how ya gon'
Fuck with me if I ain't fuckin' around
2 eyes to the sky
10 toes touchin' the ground
Bitch nigga
Movin’ like ghosts no bando
Trappin’ out the car goin’ circles
Got white got brown got purple
I was in the street that’s my home
Don't know why they
My Posse's On Broadway
My Posse's On Broadway
Me and Kid Sensation, at home away from home
In the black Benz limo with the cellular phone
I'm callin
New Jersey's Finest
Miscellaneous
It's all on me
We can go have fun, make it back by one
We can do whatever you want to do
We can go
at home buddy, 'cause ignorance is bliss
Break point for your brain cells
Break point for your brain cells
There's someone else
Who wanna escape from this
deal with the weather
Feelings get severed, time to move on
New day it's a new song
My nigga keep grams like a group home
God forgive who we do wrong
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
ride
Eight more hours I'll be shiftin' gears
Look over your shoulder, guy
Won't you lend me your ears?
It's been so long since I've seen my home
Got
the slightest light
Gathered in a circle with some guys I’m inspired by
He approached each one and reached his hands out
Covered they eyes and turned them black
I
through the eyes of every guy in this room.
I was born in a small town and soon went to school.
I learned a billion things, mostly how to play by
'cross the way and there's, like, this fuckin' dude
He's surrounded by, like, a battalion of fuckin' people, right?
It's this guy now, he's a famous
discover me, hit the front porch
Two women butterly lovely in front of me got my head gone
I sent the bitch in the bed home 'cause one of them
Got chocolate
by god
Tsonga boy goin worldwide
I'm go fly touch the sky
Henny sipping with my guys
I ain't never goin fold imma real one
Made 100 thou about ten
mothafucka starts lickin' the pole
The bouncer's had it. Grabs my guy by the collar and shoves him in the street
Wait, what?
Dressed in Versace
We smokin'
Im sorry to da rulla for what i did
Im maad but im still rhyming
Im sad but thank euzure im never crying
Im a long way from home
Long way from being
many, confronted by none
I trust two guys, one's God, and one is my gun
Jada is the nice guy, 'kiss is the monster
D-Block and double R is my sponsor
zip code number off by heart
Watched our civil war from the roof of The Empire State Building
Got home in time to catch the Late Late Show
Or else, I
goin' on folks brought you a brawl
It all started in ya home
Check the background
St louis clown from the U Town
Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down
Oh my God Becky, look at her butt
It is so big, she looks like
One of those rap guys' girlfriends
But, ya know, who understands those rap guys
Still can't roll that passenger window down
That D in Home Depot's still burned out
Can't stop life goin' by too fast
Friday work, Sunday church then
Too many vibes
We can't even count the niggaz we lost
Its too many lives
They know not to spin wen we the block
Its too many guys
I gave him
Doggy underwear
For all the bitches I might take home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
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