Lyrics:
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
money maker
Pop a slug barrell shaker for big paper
Big ballin' life taker for big caker
Ben Franklin, bank televancin' big bankin
Bust 'em ???? em, left
you high
I lift you when you low
It's black to the basics
Black to the basics
Black to the basics
Black to the basics
Strictly for the gods
I'm calling
5 years later still pulling glass out of my head
Well I should be dead
I should be dead
Black out the last 7 night
Need dad is to borrow the car keys
I do not give a fuck (A fuck)
I just played some keys and some strings that I plucked (I plucked)
If you caught slippin' by me that sucks ( That's
Talk cash like VC's and I shoot in rhythm
I come through late model, if not
Then y'all living
I was raised by Black queens
I listen to women
I talk
wanna go black America, yeah
Black America
The Black diaspora
Supreme math into the after
Life, I live it for the master
Truck drivers passed us
Like
Out the dark
Darth Vader
Clutch shot taker
Moving like an LA Laker
Arrogance my money maker
Jameson no chaser
MC decapitator
Cut you up see what you
and mines let us define the times
We ought to live this crooked life
Man, I can't believe it, woke up dreaming
A black man living life with freedom
No
The bottom line is money
International banksters, gangsters
Yes, the banksters, banksters, banksters...
[Intro: Hell Razah]
60 Second Assas', (black
arm as my Piaget (Woo!)
If I leave today, throw the keys away
But I'mma live today, I wanna see tomorrow, I wanna lead the way, aow!
Yeah, I'm
smoke, shots hit
We surrounded by Hell and politics, bulletproof or hollow tips
I'm the silencer on the loudest clip
The widow maker, Heaven Razah, put
And it's all Black pushing CCs
And he spinning that shit like a DVD let's go
We live fast as SRTs bitch
SRTs Bitch
SRTs Bitch
SRTs
We live fast as SRTs bitch
The money fame and all about the hoes
Feelings insecure so the make up they impose
My black people twanging like never before
The African accent ain't
at?
Where they hang at? Where they live at? Where they slang at?
(Aiyyo Son one is a known cat, he walk around with the chrome gat
This hoodrat know
than simply live and let live
A sedative, that's what these headcases need
Them rats'll get trapped soon as they taste the cheese
Black M. Casey fan,
us
Now we making money like a marvel team
I know some of you they
Hate
Hate
Hate
I can tell by yhe way they react on my posts yea
R&B Niggaz they
Jays to control a sound
But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live
[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
I love to diss whores, I love to do tours
Makin
to shoot
nigga's in they knees, fuck 'freeze', yeah yeah
there's the money, oh shit and seventeen keys
Stashed up and shit, shot to the designated spot
(Ayy, Ayy)
Crucified
(Two-Twenty)
I died - To this life
(Two-Twenty, I'm dead)
Nevertheless I live
I live, in Christ
(Two-Twenty)
Dead to life, I
start to fall of the rib
Feed em good crack they spend every dollar for a hit
Here's a version where you live by what you give and what you said
In
don’t let
Anybody in this room feel comfortable
It’s just me and my baby
Rock a black tee low key with the drip
But don’t rockabye me
Don’t sleep
of sixes, Christmas money
Vicious consolidated drama rip bitches
The rich version of black, skyscraper paper
Wu belt makers, show & prove that all my shit
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