Lyrics:
on hard
I be rippin them tracks
And by the time it hit the shelves
I'll be gettin' it back!
So many niggaz playa hatin'
So I'm totin a gat
Pistol grippin',
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
the game is
The same as, My name is
By Marshall
It was partial for my sparkle
Get a part two when I spot you
Be like statues when I catch you
Or shaking like
to thank God that I ain't lose my life, I knew what was wrong and I knew what was right, but I was caught up on the site of ice, big jewel shining bright
it once for all
All the eyes on you, jewels turning into juice
And by no surprise,
you've got me beyond the line
I see, I see it cover the skies
In
stacked up on jewels
I live like a king I don’t know every rule
Shopping rodeo not shopping for school
It ain’t been a minute since they seen me hit
by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot
1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
of Sam and
The bass continues to thump
Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks
Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched
Brothers are caught in
come
Yeah, flooded with these jewels
I taste her honey, Winnie Pooh
I spilled the syrup on my shirt
I'm tryna pour it in the juice (let's go)
Yeah,
in 95' she fell in love with the tribe
Boo back in 92' I was just like you
Please don't be confused by the ice and jewels
I'm like any other nigga
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
We totin sticks like we playin pool
Jeweler might drown me wit all of my jewels
Caught me a bag I'm stuck in the coupe
Up and we rich and got
You said you're gonna get up off the couch
(you won't)
You said you're gonna put an album out
(you won't)
You said you're gonna go out on a limb
(you
Actavis poured in my cup, and now it's fucking up my liver
Styrofoam cups filled up with guck, I hit the plug and he deliver
I need to get more than
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back
Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (uh, come with
alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels, no time for them thoughts, too much
was famous
My naked wrist look like it got
Hit by a couple of paintas
Im gettin money but the fact
That im gangsta nevea changes
I goy my Locs on waitin
A on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit
and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit the streets with
pussy (yeah)
Ya'll niggas know how Pretty Toney get down
Made The Post in '98, fuck an album, when I need CREAM
It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out
(yeah)
Ya'll niggas know how Pretty Toney get down
Made The Post in '98, fuck an album, when I need CREAM
It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out their
it stops
Mindful of the building walls by the boulders and rocks
Aftershocks
2017, 2022, next hit could slow the earth's spin and break a levee too
Got
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