Lyrics:
better cut it out (Stop it)
You still live in the projects at yo' mother house (Ha-ha)
Kodak was on Ebro show and he walked out
How you gon' try to talk
It's forty long years I have traveled
All by the contents of me pack
Me hammers, me awls and me pinchers
I carry them all on me back
Oh, my wife
Dre the drama
My mama said it was too hot for you
Stay ut the kitchen cause we
Cooking up in here
In the kitchen with the stove on
Here to finish up
this a bwoy me say here's how me call me say
Come on me house me say eat and be cool
There's a cake man a bake man a in a oven a
Yes Daddy Snow he
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was
"Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
Mama said it was
"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
And Mama said it was
Niggas hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden
Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86
And 1987 I was swore into
a mascot
Ya my yute, you know the ting here lethal
Odd enough it's gonna make a living for my people
Throwing rocks in a glass house y'all be so see through
what to do with my life
But I'll figure it out
We ice cold in the summer, that's what winter about
I might bald before I finally go and get me a house
and void
Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run
I'm like, "Bitch, get off my dick" (get off my dick)
Lot of niggas out here hatin', they gon' get shot in they shit (bow!)
Stole bikes, broke in
gon' reek here
On my way to yo' house, my girl's top tier
If we talkin' overall, I'm top ten
Flows, cars, bitches, ice
King in Dubai like fuck the price
Yo
I been stuck in the house all day- cooped up
And yeah, I miss school and restaurants and movies and shit
But what's really killing me is the fact-
dats sum u not
Run up in his house
I gotta finish him off cuz he hot
His brains on the floor im just standing here reading his thoughts
Pray To God Dat I
the p-p-pen
I hadta d-d-do 'em, d-do 'em in
Emptied out the cl-clip in his d-dome
And now its m-m-money g-g-gone
[Chorus]
My nigga g-got the forty
count the cost
And we worship here as one
Unified by perfect love
In your presence, in this place
We fulfill the vows we've made
We will humbly seek
run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife
There she is, on the ground, being trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn
run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife
There she is, on the ground, being trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn
Dog dnt act out
This is my house
It gets dark out here
I'm in a dark mood
Sitting in a dark room
Doing what the dark do
Black in Black out
I'm not
even try running out
'Cause the 44 mag will leave you're ass by another house
This is Jadakiss
I'm spraying everything I see in my radius
The kid
Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit
Yeah,
We got my nigga Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this
Okay, guap go in and out, yeah, I need a big house, yeah
Need it by the beach, tide by the sea, yeah, okay, okay
Open all the windows, I'ma air it
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