Lyrics:
Bottles of cotton in my pocket
Know I’m sellin oxy’s
I gotta get it
Need it if its profit in it
Fuckin with a hustla
Fuck you thought i’m grindin by
gon catch ya
Cause I'm gon put it down for all my hustlas
Who be nationwide ballin
TRU niggaz ain't fallin, we callin
From California to New Orleans
Can I have ya ear for a minute
This be from the heart
Coc-ky yea
Got to a point
Where we can't trust the pulpit leader
Hiding my son no way he be
-> Kane
"Ain't.. no.. half.. steppin.."
[Scarface]
I'd like to send a shout out to Class Quarter Productions
My man Troy's in
turn cold for dis yeah yeah
I was born for dis my blood it boil for dis yeah
Big dreams made them manifest by my own hands
Made a mess on my first move
hustle, mama, I'ma move the white
If I died and came back, I'd do it twice
Brainwashed by the block, it consumed my life
Cool nigga but a killa when
by God, amen
Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh and shameless
Back to it, waste no time
Black Uzi, Draco, 9
Back boomin' smokin' bomb
the worse will vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute
Every
the worse will vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute
Every
Zeke:
You can bet
There's nothin' but net
When I am in a zone and on a roll
But I've got a confession
My own secret obsession
And it's
You can bet
There's nothin' but net
When I am in a zone and on a roll
But I've got a confession
My own secret obsession
And it's making me lose
a dangerous lil' boy
'Member all them times I used to go Pastor Troy
Murda man, murda man, murda man
Really rich, I took a piss on my advance
Facts,
down
Lightning shot from my hometown
I'm a monster was a pastor's kid
Broke out from the closet where your demons hid
I'm a fucked up abomination
Queer
got love for Troy, I got love for now and
I got love forever, I got love for Jay
And so I pray that my little cuz staying awake
I got love for Juan, I
the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put
of the Wraith with two sluts, yeah (let' go)
If you nauseous don't look up (woo)
Mom said I'm sippin' lean too much (yeah)
I'm hard-headed, pay for my cup
?)
Telemachus
(What do you wish for?)
I am on my way
(What do you fight for?)
Attack
Who was that?
A vision
Of what is to come, cannot be outrun
Can
Crush it for the rush
Inspired by the one and only Crash
On a rampage to deliver the beginning of the end
Bring the chopper make it rain
We some beasts
Yo, this is Nas with my Man DJ Clue
The Professional part two
Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that
Straight outta Q.B.
, busters
Shit, rob a nigga by my lonesome
You ain't really from the hood until you smoke somethin'
In my bitty, I'm that niggy
I was broke, 'cause it
I'm tryna see addition
Food to fill my kitchen
Some faggot niggas snitchin' givin' info
We'll do a drive by, in a stolen black pinto
With tinted
on
Uh, come on! Uh, come on!
Uh, come on! (Kick it, Chuck)
Never bitter but better, backed by the fact
All I got is my word
The new curse word is black
Live, from Hollywood, it's "Dancing With The Super Stars"
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Watching my back through jack leading Jack
Trying to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked
By 14 of the hottest mothafuckas on the water bed
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