Lyrics:
left, I noticed I was bleeding by my neck
and I was type-scared to death
yo, I blacked out
I woke up, my man had the mac out
said we gonna get the nigga
young, right from wrong, good and bad
Never knew my dad, but we had mama
Through all the drama and the rain, hard times and the pain
The type of shit that
make mean lean when I pump my spunk
And hands of chump, of machine gun funk
I bliss, like the fist of the mantis
Those who oppose get dropped and hit
Umm hmm p yamz
J what? This is what happens
'Sup Jeff you leaving niggas in
The studio by theyselves yo
Ay yo puff the dutch
Don't make me fuck shit
and make yo chest buckle
When I come I lay the sprays wit K's by the truck load
Should've got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
Now yall was
on the dinner plate
Love is hate, kissing ass by wetting vocals
Hustling on the streets, when it's hotter than Akapolko
You betta watch me 'cause I'm doin'
Caesars in leathers, we live for Coolie High treasures and pleasures
Check the queen bee, Lady Ree digging Grace
Check the place 3 o'clock, shot? No we
bookworm, but street smart
Immigrant children watchin' Buckwheat late night
Listen to Depeche Mode, Big Audio-o Dynamite
Identity crisis, coming later,
This is a Living Legends, Justice League
Definitive Jux presentation
Brought to you by 9th Wonder and Murs
What up though, still givin' a fuck
Caesars in leathers, we live for Coolie High treasures and pleasures
Check the queen bee, Lady Ree digging Grace
Check the place 3 o'clock, shot? No we
an illiterate bum
o won't you say what you mean!
Give us a moment of offering
Perhaps a pinch of your views
We love the second-rating, the repetition
you
By all means nec'sy
Get outta line while I'm stickin'
The shit right there get's messy
Caliber heavy
Ready to bust, nigga
Run 'em jewels, or your
spraying
Bitch look can't fuck with a team
That's straight from the streets
And all about cream
Garunteed to make motherfuckers bleed
By any means we going
after reading rights
They don't know what I received in life
My reason for me to push inebriatin' vice to fiends, it's like
By any means make it easier
motherfucker
I'm ruin you by twelve o'clock tomorrow
Not a scholar of my vengeance, I'm as spiteful as my father
I forgot his birthday back when I was ten, he
or a genre,
Like you know, YOLO, POLO
Holy Motorolas in my phone, I'm gon' call your motherfucker
I'm ruin you by twelve o'clock tomorrow
Not a staller of my
is equivalent to me
I break down the beat, like I break down my weed
I skate down my street, with my K by my feet
To make it in my hood, you gotta
the lady's just like you. Oh!
What's happening ladies?
What's up wit my lil shorty's.
It's your man Nick Cannon on the beat.
Yeah.
I'm here wit Romeo.
O
the troops
Keep coming back making sure the
Rest can get loose
Like O Harriet, Holy Land
Sail in the chariot
My body gold from the land
Where they buried it
you to be
A street entrepreneur (forever)
Cause I don't do dance lyrics
I do advanced lyrics
Organize frequencies that advance spirit's
So try not
means
It's not that I just see the worst
But blessings seem to turn to curses
Eventually â?¦"
CHORUS
Produced by Mark Street
Engineering and programming
small
I needed anything he was the first I'd call
He was down the road with me
If I got in beef
By fucking them hoes with me
He was H-O-T
Kept it real
from bar mixtape by the way
...i'm just representing money
i mean literally, literally, representing money, haha
god damn man, i do this victory laugh so
of you
Nie potrzebny mi temat
By wiedzieć o czym mam mówić
Nigdy nie zżera mnie trema
Gdy patrzę w oczy tych ludzi
Jeśli ta scena to teatr, to to co grają
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