Lyrics:
makin' dough, but not enough to blow
J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but ayo, I don't trust a soul
That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet
The neighbors that thought it was 4th of July
All the poppin' outside, its a massacre
Tire marks on the ground
How we left out the spot
We was hittin' the block
I get up
And got it out the mud so I ain't givin shit up
And we them niggas that you never gettin rid of
By any means ima make a way
I be runnin
for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS
for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS
pop up by the time I'm 23
Ha, niggas on a roll
Where my money at? All my fans keep comin' back
Just put your bitch in cardiac
All your marks say go
I
never die I'll be a hustler motherfuckers
And makin' thugs out you suckers from the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave (from the cradle
This shit ain't no game but if it was I'd be winnin by a landslide
Some of yall niggas ain't qualified
I ain't never lucked out
You can get the fuck out
Marcado Carebea in Austin
Thanks a lot Lee for gettin' us in out of the heat
Jimmy's in New Orleans, the Hard Backin' Gainsville, Florida
Mark Goodnight
Marcado Carebe in Austin
Thanks a lot Lee for gettin' us in out of the heat
Jimmy's in New Orleans, the Hard Backin' Gainsville, Florida
Mark Goodnight
bringin' the terror
You walk up to me you better shoot first make no mistake nor makin' an error
I'm on a new level this rappin' shit clever
Forever 'bout
nigga Mark T, shout out my nigga Mark T)
Yeah
I said I used to get high, just to get by
Couldn't deal with my reality, was livin' in a lie
Sometimes
What is yo problem?
Could tell how you talk that you got one
Flyer than TOM CRUISE in that movie Top Gun
Cop somethin'
New Ricky Owens when he drop
I am the streets, the future
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future
They gettin' money, they makin' hit
like the colors of the rainbow
Rockin' Ricky Owens and the chains hang real low
Hoppin' out the Rolls Royce, damn that's a real ghost
I'm a ghost too
The hip-hop sound went through stages
Embark on a trip as I flip through pages
This particular part 'bout a bridge on the Hudson
I first got hand by
to be an antisocial nigga, now I'm makin' friends
I just got a mansion out in Turks and it's a beachfront (okay)
If she's bringin' four friends
I know
tap
Double back in that hummer
Cuz see I know some niggas
I know some niggas that ain't make it back
One verse from the god mark you out
Your name get
fly by when I'm lookin' at the screen
Blue light filter, but my eyes seein' that green
Gettin' a little envious of all these young teens
Makin' songs
dope, I don't think so son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight to reach dark and all the clucks a'spark
From when I pick 'em off
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
(Jared Tyler, Buddy Owens, Mark D. Sanders)
She was raised by a Baptist preacher and a Sunday school teacher
It took the fear of God to keep away satan
about to see
A pastime hobby about to be
Takin' to the next degree
By M-E-TH and the bloody Chef Boyardee
Watch out bitches is too nosey
Backhand
The place start quakin' and everybody makin'
Hot beats for the street, let everybody know
Pete Rock is on the on the beatbox
And every jam that we rock
We
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