Lyrics:
the iron
I got bitches bringin' me money & ain't a godamn thing funny
My homeboy devil from the hcg and young side trey r.i.p
From the etg and oh yeah
on with the shades on not by myself but we on this Island
Aye
Now bring the hook
Heart of a hustler
Mind of a G
I been getting money you can't hate on me
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
tonight
But I'm tired of this facade of a life
So I'ma hit you when my money up or maybe when my cash is right
For now Tellemtee go where the money go
Money
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I
All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallen
They welcome me into Jerusalem
Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham
I got my .45 by my side
'm a player (yeah)
It's just hard to decide so I'm a player (yeah)
I'ma let my homie try, I'm a player
They be like "That's P" wanna sex me, don't just
R.I.P Big
We some niggaz that's gonna make you proud of this game
Smell me? (Jones, Capo)
Cash Money (Santana)
Dipset (Lil Weezy)
Let's Ride
know is represent, and now I'm hotter than I ever been
Born with sickle cell, and I was sellin' all my medicine
All my people coppin' from me, knowin' it
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-IG
I got P-A-ID, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out nicks went
For twenty down
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
got it
Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite
Count money all night under the candlelight
Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy P, or is it Lionel?
Not a model, but I
the jump, I been jumping out of Benz's with my buddies
Grabbing p's cooking ki's, getting money motherfucker
Machine guns from the jump when we beef
Toe tags,
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
'm Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
I been D-U-C-K-I-N-G ducking from police
I been P-O-P-P-I-N-G popping my shit all damn week
I ran up 20 in my sleep I fuck these bitches by the 3's
I
On the passenger's side while I play with her kitty (mwah)
On eighty-five while I ride through the city (skrrt)
She took the G6, it's startin' to get wicked (woah)
Hey yo ma, how you doin, it's ya son now
And I picked up the mic and put the drugs down
Now I'm tryin to do some things that'll make you proud
finished
When you gettin' money, everything is fitted
Listen this is nothin' close to most of you nigga's weirdo's
My swagga on one followed by a zero
on the Beast
Represent my city streets when I
Shit all over beats
Young Pete Park how I stick to a track, man
The way I make hit's you
Should call me the Batman
it's lookin' like I run things
Runnin' shit, diarrhea
And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear
G5 through the sky boy we outta here
Sippin P&J fresh
Yeah, your boy G-P the Beast, man, shadada gang, fill his pocket up with some change
I just wanna talk to him
Tried to smut my name, but niggas know
don't recognize we been using it wrong
So I'ma break it down and put my game in a song
N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say it no more
Black stars can
drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cause he died in the storm, fuck president (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
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