Lyrics:
to have models screamin' get behind me
E-pills and Maybach's ain't gon' matter if your tip is tiny
Nevermind me, we could get knee-deep in the beef
Seek
to have models screamin' get behind me
E-pills and Maybach's ain't gon' matter if your tip is tiny
Nevermind me, we could get knee-deep in the beef
Seek
tryna get up and go round[00:38.91]But I'm tryna make up for the sound[00:40.77]But I'm doing my shit with the gang[00:42.67]But you niggas i really can't
we all out to get loaded.
x2
Okey-dokey, pass me an odie,
a little bag of smoke and a pack of rollies
Some people call it Old E, I call em Odies
I
building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean
I knew, all that I'd seen had meant something
Learned early, to fear none little Nas was hunting
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
belonged where the bench is
Forget hugging fences
Picked a side time to get it
Don't get sick riches
By having well wishes
Look about time that I hold court
Too $hort, E-40, and The motherfucking Click
Enough respect to the West coast
Dun, dun, dun
Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard coming through
Know what I'm
the record, on the record
Master P can back it up
E-40 said 1 Luv
But it's the same shit every state, every city, every club
And every fucking concert
There's
testy M E Smith
And you will LOVE IT, you will LOVE IT
It's statistically proven, by the age of forty four
You're gonna be in The Fall
Hey Hey!
rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes
you
Say affirmations like your vowels
Practice that a e o i u
Had a dream
Had a dream
Didn't know how to get there or what it mean
What you mean
What
Yeah M-O-N-E-Y
Give me that M-O-N-E-Y
Gimme gimme gimme that money
Won't find me with the cops
That's how you get shot
Boyz on the block put your
D. Major baby
I've been scarred by your love, left my heart bleedin'
My soul posted in the shadows with some dark demons
I'm on the E-way in
Enemies go hate
Normal level
Day by day
I'm on a wavy level
Don't play with them
Dem ma act their evil
They really tried
But I'm a friend
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
And when he had fasted forty days and forty nights
He was afterward and hungry and when the tempter came to him he said
"If thou be the son of God
Long black hair with the white rag
40 cent Faygo in a brown bag
Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack
Chillen by my side 'cause my Posse's stacked
I
you slippin' you gon' get this automatic
Feeling like Aladin purple by the gallon
Aiming for the top cause these rappers kind of average
Boys steady
leave for like three months and six days
Never stick around to see shit change
Get lil' updates, texts in my inboxes have been poppin'
Seasons go by
a black suburban (come on)
We rollin windows half down through the urban
Network law lay it down like a persian
M to the E to the F, spell curtain
Get
Seen leaving Las Vegas
With a pick up truck, diamond
forty large, and beautiful wife piece
Than what he came with
Itched to get rich found nickels in
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