Lyrics:
up, back up, back up, back up
We in it all night, now it's back up
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Check the status, we don't matchup
We a,
copped a check to cash so I ran wit it
I ain't pop them tags cause you know them bands did it
I just had a dream so you know I ran wit it
I ain't have no
on
Check how they live - Working from 9:00 to 5:00 is how they rise to push the dream - Working the core of the dance from coast to coast it's a line dance
this for real
Trappin' and stackin
We not with the cappin
Run it up add it
Run it up add it
Run a hundred need a hundred by the end of summer
Say she
I'll make it back, money is not the main object
Big facts, break it down and I break borders
Stick check, protection on me at close quarters
I know it
it
We're going stick together make it better
We don't need it all we need is you
Days and weeks and months went by
The big boss called in a lickup town
Bust it
This here's a tale for all the fellas
Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us
Get shot down 'cause you're over zealous
Play hard to get,
with it
Twenty-five hundred on my bitch, she stole it, whoa (ooh)
Yeah, double deck of hoes in it, they know I'm for sho', they knock on my door with
I just rolled a backwood of some s**t ion know the name to
Tryna keep composure kuz a n***a on that drank too
I just realized won’t no day go by that
got you cashin checks for sex
It's your complex why you scared of what I'm gonna say next
Chino X, ninety-five ninety-six no complex
Fallen… and it cuts to
Waller killing a steak, rare
He was chased out of Gotham by the Bat went
Searching for sanctuary elsewhere he
Never found it
Croc
But it ain't easy Marshall cos the bar is set high
And even though I think I'm fly I'm just trying to get by
I'm trying to flow but I'm still stuck
were you, is play by the rules"
It's insurmountable
"Turn yourself in
Accept the fact that you messed up again!"
He puts his hand on the glass, it's
sorry
And things like I'm not goin nowhere
It's somethin bout the P-U-S-S-Y
That keeps brother in check, even I
Even if you was a pimp you couldn't
sorry
And things like I'm not goin nowhere
It's somethin bout the P-U-S-S-Y
That keeps brother in check, even I
Even if you was a pimp you couldn't
the pencils, man, go write shit
Show me how you do it, never gonna rush you, minutes going by
The limit short, like I fucking was thinking to be
So I gotta make
far locked away
No please don't call me bae
I daydream about the rafe
I can't wait to get it
I know my future is determined by today's decisions
material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
bitches
I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin'
Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin'
bitches
I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin'
Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin'
Cut detours in the race
Touch 10 in a play
Have you ever seen cake
Gotta see mines by the lake
I'm usually the reason there's tears on her face
It's
they said it’s time to roll
And he said no
While he’s spraying what he’s saying
Literally spitting at these hoes
One minute from getting packed by them
of glee, don't need nobody that's the comforting thing
I held my hell whilst you burn the spoon
Burn, Baby, Burn
Back to the womb
Groomed by your gloom, it's
(Intro)
Could you help me, count a humid thou
For that check would you buss it down
Could you help me, count a humid thou
For that check would
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