Lyrics:
up shit
They crazy
They don't paint pictures
They just trace me
You know what
Soon they forget who they plucked
They whole style from
And try
up shit
They crazy
They don't paint pictures
They just trace me
You know what
Soon they forget who they plucked
They whole style from
And try
learn to keep your balance in this street shit
My only problem's that they prayed I wouldn't be shit
There's been some slow nights, I'm talking low nights
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your time(waste your time)
[Chorus 2
Jena 6 shit
Like if you ain't from around here, you was gettin' hit (c'mon)
Send a O.G. some flicks, make they time go by quick (hey)
You surprised
stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake
stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake
clothes and Rolls
Or sit on the porch sip something real cold
I like the nine when you up and not O's
I do suits while you prefer the lows
Tonight I'mma
Cause the game go on, you only did two days in the joint
The day you get locked up and the day you go home
I know it feels like the world passin' you
spitters
I run my city
You run from willies
Like blunts or phillys
I smoke these faggot Milli Vanilli's
My niggas be with me
Putting the streets on my tracks
women
Sonny, I live it, O-10, S5 tinted
Brother Deck, what I rep, S.I., dig it?
Fifty cal' flow, get low
Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa
Steady,
Read the bottom, it's signed by The Joker
Lorena said I never can leave her
She'll sever my wiener I ever deceive her
F- that sh-, bi-
Give up my d-
ain't me, it's my evil twin
(Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin)
But he's just a friend (evil twin)
Who pops up now
hiding from the moment, of truth
Heart been attacked hard to unpack
There was a spark, into your eyes somehow our love dies
We went high and lows
My heart
(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
We
and watch the shows from the flo'
4.0, honor role
My music taking off, yeah, I'm on a roll
Side hoe is what you play in the show
I'm the main character watch
[Rakim]
One two
Yeah, yeah,
"Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"
Yeah it's the God baby,
Long Island's own,
Barbarian
all my niggas with me, that's a no brainer
Fuck around and you could get shot up, like a low angle
Old ass money, I been ballin' my nigga
And I been
the shit like M.O.B. ante up
Ah yeah issa Crazy P hit
Now roll yourself a jay and take a hit or two
And smoke by yourself or with your boo
Or pass it round
speak
Unless you spoken to
We throw a cold screw
And sober up when I'm approaching you
At the same time we posting two
Niggas on tha ass-fist gonna do
and tenth street--
it's hell up in Harlem...it's hell up in Harlem...")
--"The location 1-3-2"
Harlem...
Uptown...
Uptown...
Uptown...
--"Music
to set my whole race free
You might debate we, a refugee
No harm hurt me
Dying, thirsty from the struggle
To my own hustle bubble
On the low, woe is
to the man dem weh dey hustle oo
I'm counting my blessing one by one
Me deyah pon top and me never gon' stop
Too low fi ah next iman ah next iman
I'm counting
places
I'm here to squash it all original will speak
Scarface on your ass from the streets
I left my cut, in fear of a prison term
They want to put
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