Lyrics:
are dope dealers
get busted by bullets or fuckin squeelers
And the One percent that made it was pure luck
but even he'll tell that his life ain't worth
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
fly that I defy the laws of physics
I ain't think it was possible for a
Check to have this many digit's
Mathematically exquisite
Am I cocky just
your lips
She say she's tired of wack niggas with that baby shit
Or maybe he had baby dick?
And Larry Hodge been outta diapers since '86
If it was bigger
to f****** wait.
I'm only going for my bag so get the f*** up out my way.
Written by Zane Hodges (Xane)
445 Studios
down like we tiling
They bumping the Hodge out in Thailand
I really gotta get my passport
Fast break to the terminal gate, we can't be late
These other
Caught in the thrill of a life spending cash on shit that we can't afford
No, this ain't the end, no, I'm not dissuaded by your demeanor
And if you
it's a bet lay it down
I be in your town
Lil homies on a mission
Queens shit
Effen vodka for the bitches
By any means El Hodge in the window
Clit clack
Got me feeling like vader with the mask on
Reeve up the engine, cocky pressed the gas on
Got respect for everyone that I passed on
Ballin' like Uncle
a short trip
The music's for the sad man
Forever young
I wanna be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever and ever
Forever young I
audience for his first effort
Fungas Gnats, Beetle Grubs, Leafminers, Termites
United by Future's prefix to the word sprite
Stunk from the skunk
Nigga you think im a young boo/ well fuck you!/ i may be young but i pack a big gun/ i say fuck edited - i buy the explicit cause im implicit/ that means
A young nigga gotta eat
(Young nigga gotta eat uh)
Every minute, every second, everyday of the week
(Everyday of week huh)
By the day by the night
Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
Some Say I'm Crazy For Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same
featuring Hannah Hodges
On another cloudless night
The winter air reminds me
Of the bitter cold of life
And how it leaves me wanting
And in my
her
And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty
old dude, hodge podge
Hot porridge in the soles of my feet
Shout out to Soulo, 47 killing souls for free
Empty-handed Moss and the kids pissing on my
said I'm Young by the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr.
Fitz, make your way up to that old tree line
Making tracks, got each other’s backs, guards all blinded by sunlight
Fitzbilly by the line of trees,
I find discomfort in the thunder on the message board
An engine of collective attention that forms an egregore
I find myself getting more
classics, no cars
Look flashy, note cards, I'm the future, great odds
No Tyler, no Hodge, don't judge by the car
Drove a Civic, still stacked paper
House, 4
me and what I scraped to get this rhyming fixed
Thinking that the timing it was kinda meant
For us to see the situation first time and kiss
Off target,
to places we never been
And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann's
With the heart of a lion, no lyin' I never been
No folks for these fuck boys
On my
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
Some Say I'm Crazy For
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