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flyer than we is, who you know get' mo' paper
You miss one hundred percent of the shots that you don't take
So why you in this club sayin' you don't
able to walk
One bullet in his head five in his back
The doctors ran a check and he was high off crack
Pedro out the country he watching the news
He
black belt like Ryu
I'm the original like Bruce Lee
You're just an imitation like Fei Long
I can murk your crew all day long
One by one, winner
black my waves would spin
Better than a day with wind
Got the burnt autumn follicles engraved in chin
My knife-work like Hiroyuki Sakai
Vocals got me all
comfortably
Yeah it's back different day, same fuckery
She shawty she ain't fuck with me
'Til I got my Lexus will someone tell that bitch that they made by
friend, a hundred grand or a five dollar bill?
There's something wrong and it's our government.
Is this the way that it has always been?
Can't sit
your receipt, fuck sweet and far from it,
which one of y'all want it?
Hundered shop by the hundred, y'all cats will never want it
Gun it,
just like mine
Absolutely anything might happen at practically any point in time
Five minutes means exactly three hundred seconds
Later could be a decade
until their getting pressed
That's why I'm by myself in this three hundreds
I was overdoing, I see more is less
Can't predict my moves, but they try
Looking back on the day you entered my life
Weak in the knees seated by the bedside
I bided my time and I clung to belief
That this time would end up
Down at the ground
Being scared when you see me nigga
Many talk few are here but
We winning by a hair
Blink twice if you see me nigga what you say
Ante
streets omo best believe
One bottle two bottles omo mahn give me some more
Four bottle five bottles give me more bottles to pour
Shrine way for that gelato
a lil laugh
V know that he's chosen
He be doin the most
And Neva let off the gas
Can't stop with this flow but imma get back
Got ten on the flo and I
motives
I’m getting paid
Glock on my waist
An the bank was loaded
Running my city an
Plus, I just ran up 100 on janky promotors
I’ve been at war with
cool, they vibey, wavy
Don't make a fuss
Back in the day he would sit on the outside wishing he was one of us
I move and I step ain't letting em know
one
Homie ain't know I was with it drew down off the teflon
Three hundred blkout they go through his left arm
Riding round with some shit nigga done
Gradually paving my place every day
Making paper from a Paper Mate
Give me a second I'll take a plate
You cannot stomach the dirt that I've ate
Taking right
I rose up
I don't need no label to pay my P
Your one million couldn't sign me
I wear B.Malone a lot these days
'Cause man got tired of Nike
I'm
Sex, Ima Expert
You Gon Love A Nigga Bet By Tha Next Verse
Raw, Set, Thaz Right (Thaz Right)
Lets Ride (Lets Ride)Cruz Slow
Thaz How Stretched Out In Tha
Parents couldn't afford 'em
School was borin, started hustlin
Runnin with them wild niggas that
Was scorin on Fordham these fifty bags
Give me a hundred for
and silence meet
Blue waters of Santa Maria
Sanctuary, where the oceans still breed
Then day comes to an end
And twilight's falling
Fishermen are gathering by
nightmares and my dreams fall in love
This for my generation striving just pushing to grind
And all the people that be hustling nine-to-five
And all
black belt like Ryu
I'm the original like Bruce Lee
You're just an imitation like Fei Long
I can murk your crew all day long
One by one, winner
tree house that we chilled at
but then in '94 I couldnt help it but feel sad
Jenny had to leave me to go get a little knowledge
100 miles away in
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