Lyrics:
some more in store
When I get to throw it on you
You got to come back for more
Toys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but
ya, I miss back
When spoked bikes, held card jacks
Chain gon' pop off
We knew how to fix that
Let's take a break check now
And throwback to old Ye
Like
and Babe Roe
A triple X flick didn't even know what I was in for
Yo
I seen some things that made me feel kinda funny inside
I seen some things that my
Bel-Air
And people always talk about
How my girl attractive
Really though that's just a big distraction
I wanna teach 'em less that, and
More about the law
Back and forth
Lets do it
What you want to hear?
I want to hear some of that ol' that ol' Dear Diary (Dear Diary) Mr. Mr.
Scarface
Some of that
in hell I'm livin life Like that
I've been to hell and back
Live in a cell mentally but they won't
Tell us that
If you sellin crack or sellin rap
Make
and Pau Gasol
Big bank fitted extra large
Aye, I want it all
Told you I want everything
Told you I want everything
Talking bout forever things
Yeah
to fit in
There's no need to rush, take your time
Life's a big old ride, sit back and enjoy the vibe
When we are young, we all want someone
Who we
Uh, hit me
[Missy]
Don't explain, you never change
Same old thing, same old game
Say ya want to be wit' me
But show me my ring
Baby,
(Yo bitch I might be ugly, at least I ain't got no money!)
Or the never ending shooting star:
(Just 'cause he got a car he want to be drivin that
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
thing till I'm old and grey
For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains
Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks, Dawg that ain't me
These elbows hit
The things that have been put on my back
Times I thought my mind would just snap
I could tell you of the things that I've been through, yeah
Snakes
I don't play fair, niggas can't see me
That's why I make it do what it do, baby, yeah
You want some, yeah, niggas hit the floor
When I kick in
beam
People was too afraid to stick him up
Because he had the most notorious brothers to come and pick him up
When I reached ten years old
I
everybody know me
Big Duke, Big Duke, Old Gee, Old Gee
Eastside Atlanta, everybody know me
Young Gutta, Young Gutta, Jody Breeze, Breeze
Boyz N Da Hood,
them bonafide cold hard killers
Now I know y'all niggas don't want us to get things crackin
With all that jaw jackin you bitch ass niggas keep
air, let me press that
Ooh, don't let me get gas, I'm way too high, gotta jet pack, yeah
Things get vivid, squeeze a big man down to a slim fitted
So
that nigga
Stay solid
Keep that shit a hundred
Type shit
Fuck your producer, my beats is by Meexh
It's Wilt the Stilt
You know I put up a hundred
My
Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya!
our living
This is what the people want us to do
Nah, I'm not gonna get a job there
And I'm not gonna work there, nah, not at Gap
Fuck it, hey, come
apiary's
Tell the jeweler now i need that plain jane ap for me
God took my old one
He just wants me be smarter he was making sure that
Now i don't just
be back
To make up for the lonely days
He'll be back
When things ain't working out his way
He'll be back
When he sees that it's not the same
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
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