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But by golly don’t I do it so effortlessly?
Elegantly, this cheese is a delicacy
This is red wine and turtlenecks, and you shutting the f**k up
and bullets flew by
We was seperated and fighting for our lives
I saw Lord Brotha hit the ground hard
A bullethole straight through the heart
Poor K. Ballin
all night 'cause my dog don't sleep ('cause my dog don't sleep, yeah)
Used to live a nightmare, I ain't had no dream, yeah (I ain't had no dream)
Seen
dead
He goes by many names, but the end result is the same
But the liquor store is the same game
Who sold them booze to the Whos in Whoville?
You give
the shit's never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer
And them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two
up, they be mad ima hotshot
I boost up my flame, like 2k onna wristwatch
Goofy n****, have ha laughin like tik tok
F*****' dumb, thats the sound of my
Yeah
Know that shit's changed
I'm still F.R Double-E Luke
Ridin' round with the mothafucking pit stains
See me and think "That mf's insane"
Bitch
This is the story of Joey
Who live next to Chloe
Who live down the street by the homies
Joey sold Crack and got caught by the police
His bail 10k
the f**k am I supposed to live
With all this yelling at me all the time
I can't f**king take it
It's not like I had a choice
There's nothing left that I can
People dyin' here, live sirens, we learn to survive by it
My environment is wild, we a product of it
Hide all the illegal shit, cause the cops might runnin
uhh
On your marks, get set, go for what you know
It's the number one crew in your area, doe for doe
I keep it thuggish with my dicky's on sag
I
on
You get a three minute glimpse of the icon
Your best rapper two-steppin to my song
When he don't know, he ask I write for him
Jersey lights, that's
that I'm a nigga who don't handle biz
We live by the trig, we die by the trig
Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
I break crews goin' chop
innocent, everybody knows!
Careful not to disrespect the code
2K for the show Homie thatís just how it goes gotta make a movement on your own
Ainít nobody
ways
Full body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2 K's
I can walk on water, spit fire and ice
Chinese secrets, makin' wine from rice
Still shoot dice, up
over here, let's listen to Thes One (check it out)
It was me and Double K in my room in '95
Beatboxing on the mic, recording the tape live (live
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there x2
[Mia X]
I'm the bitch that say bring it
chat about dough (that's right)
I'm a top-shop man, I'm a dan
A.K.A the boss man, man
N O V E yeah man
Been talking a lot but I can't hear man
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
Certain s**t in here I can't really say
F**k it though, I'm really tryna be great
Rollie my wrist I could never be late
All this ice on my wrist I could
to the other side x2
I said inhale exhale
I heard your clientele is doin well
I see you boomin out the S-T-L
Pushin a five hundred S-L
I heard you even got
that shot to keep the block on pop
And can pop, more chickens than K-F-C
Lay down organize crime be my d-o-g
Chorus (2x)
Steady Mobbin' #2:
I need
and hussle
Nigga we got dem flippers for that ass
{2x}
Verse Two: {Yella Boy}
Like Black and Moe I got this shit sold
Cock diesel by my side another homicide
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
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