Lyrics:
and when you get it
Keep it cool like you didn't
And rule without ruling
It's business as usual
I pop shots off a boxed up package they pushing and mob
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
with tyrants
Or confide in dead messiahs
By now you know a lot about me
Nothing's ever private
Whatever you're looking for in life you'll more than
for y'all, we wouldn't be real players
Ha ha ha ha ha
We're comin' in group with mob tactics and game
Ghetto soldiers when we step on the scene
the bullshit from by me
Know Heeme mob with them killers behind me
Lil nigga don't make me start giving assignments
Got that bitch wet like Dasani
She wanna come
like go call the mob in
Bad man in the ends love robbin
Curfew done by 10 so see ya
Girl like mine like sia
Cause
Ain't no way you'll see her
She
and strife
From a Buick to a Beamer, ambitions of a dreamer
Motivated by Mob Figgaz and Andre Nickatina
I'm gettin' paper while you're in the shade drinkin
We good
Yea it was, It was me
I couldn't hear myself
Free tha mob
So many f***** lames in the world It's hard to hear the real n*****
Tasker
real life, they your enemies
Then you got some muthafuckas that say they your enemies
But in real life, they eyes is on your money
See, the enemies
life, they your enemies
Then you got some muthafuckas that say they your enemies
But in real life, they eyes is on your money
See, the enemies will say
stopped by
Saved my life and moved on
I met that same man
I met that same man
When I turned my eyes away from fear
He opened up his arms and he took
Stackin wylin countin checks
Pop shit mob shit grab da tech
Ruthless
My niggas really do this
Useless
Dont care about yo 2cents
Gang wit me no u
she brag to her friends, this mob sh*t sick but it's the life I live yea,
Chorus:
This min shi* will never end, if you ain't on your grind you will
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
folks scared to death
When he walked by they held their breath
He was a fighting man, sure enough
Now Bill took himself a wife, he has to lead
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
Danger
Keep a banger
Like a ranger
Gunslinger
I live my life by a code
Keep some heat like it was cold
They think Im part of a cult
We aint the same
Of which they make is more than 700 million dollars
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse for time for
it’s written in my eyes
Jus like eve in this world I have seen the demon
But it’s kool he’s in you if you never seen him
Just like a movie life can be so
ripped pages
But we still tried to make changes
Now your all alone
Awhile I tare down these stages
My life a trip mob
I'm die in drip
Funna crash the whip
daughter, so that's life in prison
D.A. real connected couple niggas handed light sentence
Couple calls made so you know they gettin right to business
But
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