Lyrics:
never shown
Proof let alone own
A lot of props
Or hip hip pop chart
Notch on your clock is my spot
Now who got the marks?
I do
Why you little
nigga jookin' on the back block
In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt
Foreign door, Push got the trap spot
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn
so we could count the by the hundred stacks '99
So if you need word, then holla right back
I could sell it for cheap, 'cause I got it like that
White
got head busta's on my payroll
This Bankhead, homeboy, we don’t play
Violate me and this will be your day
Catch a nigga coming out of the DOA
Hit 'em
fuck when I say so
Plus got head busta's on my payroll
This Bankhead, homeboy, we don’t play
Violate me and this will be your day
Catch a nigga
young but I been doing it for a long time.
That ain't my fault, that bitch grown, she got her own mind,
And, and I'm
[T.I.]
I'm a P-I-M, ah, M-P,
mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much
mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much
heart dey go
Boom ti boom, titi boom titi boom ti boom
You got what it takes to make a man
Run around as though indefinately he's on a quest
Na your smile
again
I got your back
Sham: Always keep the heat on me son
I got your back
Ramp: I'ma hold you down until I die
I got your
fighting back tears, but holding back weeping
Solemn at 'tis the season
I'm grieving
I'm mourning from sun up to evening
I'm fighting back tears, but holding
to the youngins in the hood
Cause I ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood
I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
24 inch Dayton's got
broken heart (your broken heart)
Time to let go of what used to be, now
Take back your life (take back your life)
You've got to let them know you
see your face
But your love for me goes to the moon
Não quero ser quem sou
Quero ser em ti
Tudo em mim mudou
Mais de ti menos de mim
And no matter what
and a half it come back in nine dont it?
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some n****s on your team, show them suckas they don't want it
By
It was worth it got dammit when the work hit
We bust them grams down flipped it a reversed it
Ti esrever adn ti pilf nwod gniht ym tup I
Ti esrever
you (old you)
You got a bag then forgot who showed you (showed you)
Now you tryna come back hopeful
But I just wanna (ahh)
Ahh, finesse (ge ge ti
lucky, indespically lucky, debauched!
Oooooh, you've got your hands on Running Free, Sanctuary,Murders in the Mooo Rooooga... oah, The Rue
Morgue, all
with them guys that society begrudges
We been thuggin' worldwide got arenas buzzin'
We survived gettin' fronted by Ilena cousin
Before you could sell
admit ma je fi igbadun su e
Kini mo ti se fun e
Plans mi po gan fun e
Jekan ma patan emi ku ti ta tan na only you I want I swear
No be you dey by me
When
back-to-back foreigns all in a row
Ride by the kid wit' the left up, draped up, dripped up
Hold up, I was just dabbin' by mistake
I was just fuckin' your
never shown
Proof let alone own
A lot of props
Or hip hip pop chart
Notch on your clock is my spot
Now who got the marks?
I do
Why you little
so and so on
Are only the tools we use to build a song
Onces you have these notes in your head
You can sing a million different tones by mixing them
the back
were you at all my fellas in the back
were you at if you don't care like we don't care
put your motherfucking cups in the air
hey ho I like dat hey
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