Lyrics:
(Right)
I'm just trying to find me a lick (yeah)
Ride around town with a stick (yeah)
Top down on a European whip (yeah)
And I'm getting topped
nachos
You said that you run the town, streets say, that's nachos!
You say she your girl, she say she (nachos)
Tell by how we play, she (nachos)
straps and snap off snapbacks
(Kaboom) Cuh when I go to the function
Big hand ting, whip it out like a truncheon
Three .45s like a bus going Junction
Long flights hard white ain't get me rich enough
I'm hard headed, yeah I couldn't get it quick enough
I'm from a city where they'll kill you if you
would never I don't gotta the time
Searching for the meaning forty days and for forty nights
Yeah, never gave a fuck about fame or being rich
If niggas
When we ride by, hoes wave at us
Even Lil' Tom don't play with us
Made a strategy and got rich as fuck
First I was thinkin' 'bout givin' up
Then I
of us up six figures
Or at least we up enough to get you disfigured
My brother bleed, but I got a family full of Crip niggas
They go by F&F
I be by
you will still catch some heat
'Cause I'm just (one of the killaz in the town)
And niggas know they call me Dru muthafuckin' Down
So homie step back,
And you know it just don't stop
(2Pac: As we slide a sunny glock till clock)
(Verse 1)
It's goin down
Rollin round town through the streets
Bustin a left
Mama's as good a wife and Mama as she can be
And your Sister's puttin' that sweet stuff on everybody in town but me
Your Brother was the first-born, got
get over, losin', Rame, Rame, Rame
Uh, The Town is shifted like a pier
An niggas who got fear, of blastin', you too near
I've seen big time ballas
on the seen
Nigga you got some more of them ???
tellin people that you're coming to get me when I went on tour
took a chance going outta town with that sorry
to ease on back
Lunasicc, young G's
Ain't no ten's on that
I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through
Ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes
'Countin it down just like 'imma Jew
Big big bands be stuck on me too
'Yo bitch is in love with me too
No fat monk 'gotta go by the moon
I pull out my
dumpin' out the six
Blocks shakin', weed, and pot scrappers
I missed on purpose he think
That God saved 'em
He fakin' around the block
Big 40 he know it's
fucked her and all her friends
I spent my money on some guns
Got some diamonds and some drip
This a seven figure habit
Can't get a casket
I been rich for
of iron and steel
But couldn't leave their northern shore
You either built those big ships of iron oh lord
Or make the cloth that the rich man wore
Hammer
Meets Mortal Kombat finishing moves
You seen what the genesis do
And the endings is Jordan-esque
Or whichever way that the play goes
'Cause six joints
Holly hood and cross atlantic off of Bompton Boulevard.
Every town has an Elm street but not a Freddy Krueger.
Don't get caught
In the jungle's
obviously bitch missed since 6 grade
Plottin on niggas, shinin their rich ways
Get switch bladed, bodies found decomposed, throwed in the ditch grave
Moms
off...
If you think about it!
And in the town where I did live
There was no-one I could do hoot night with
So I sat alone with my six strings
And I
through the manor while the owner takes communion
I'm going in to get my wage for last year
Plus a big bag of food
One of them big chandeliers
I affect
mind changing over night
Rather get rich by myself nigga I'm out of sight
Every time that I needed you Nigga you was out of sight
I could never give
up by bitches
Picked up a bitch on Sylvan Road and put her on a mission
Whatever I say she with it
Okay
I give her the word she up it and shoot
She
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