Lyrics:
the fan, and that nigga be your man
And get caught red hand with a half a pelican
What do you do? Don't stall
Spring him and buy more
It's the code
With I love ginny painted in bright green
Hey that's my uncle bill there by the courthouse
He'll be lowering the flag when the sun goes down
And this
is measured by the robes that you sow
For masters, under whose oppression you choke
Or if you could be able to slay seven at a stroke
So long, sweet
Aye, aye
Let yo feelings go helluva feeling counting dough
Count up with me baby be patient let it grow
The road crazy, is you ready baby
We gon turn
ain’t nobody I’m puttin My trust in
I keep me some bitches they come by The dozen
Don’t need Chris and neef cuz my Youngins be gunnin
That work
It feel good to be you don't it?
If not, how you supposed improve on it
You got to make a way, its always a move forward
Get out that empty space,
to mix,
La la la la la la la la la la
Ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.
My life's too real to be a P-S-A,
The million in the ceiling is for a rainy day,
on a quest
I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest
so get the Kryptonite 'cause I'm a rip tonight
'cause I'm scarin' ya, wanted by America
(Hey yo Cube
bLaze:
PAYBACK TIME ITS YOUR FUCKING TURN!
Li$p:
Crawling limbless bodies screaming, begging for mercy
Now changed its mind instead of mercy, they
the bitches)
Toast up for the riches
(For the riches)
Surrounded by G's
No P-O-P
I hold it down for H-I-P H-O-P
(Yay yay yay hey)
Ok I pull up high as fuck
over after school? (After school)
We can hang around by the p-p-p-pool (P stands for pool)
Did your mom get back from her late night shift? (Late night
your year's gonna come
You didn't live by the pipe or the gun to be like me
Waitin for my turn to burn
and get a million-five, and a tax return
that be
take a typing class
I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be
Hey, I'd say "Have a little faith and you'll see"
If I could write a letter to me
To me
Hey yo Goldie Loc let me hear some dog (puff)
We gotta go some for the hood that's on the real
Yeah, this is a public service announcement from
[Bushwick?]
Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey what's up?
[You need to contact your nearest recruiting office immeadiatly
please]
I see your not hip to what's
drafted into The United States Military
The Unites States wants me for what? Hahahaha
Excuse me sir
Bushwick?
Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey what's
I'm a G
Hey, Hey, she's peepin me, she's peepin me
[Fat Pat]
Once again P-A-T, they peepin a G
Now what it's gonna be, oh you and me
Take the broads,
Black white yellow brown we all get a turn
Rich dirt poor dirt which will ya be
Depends on the wealth of a P U S SY
Some get beat up for mean mugging G's
kinda help me
Let it go
And move on
Ya know
Hey
Nice to meet you
How you been
How they treat you
Do they look away
Pretend that you're never there
Do
that loud and obnoxious
On deck, got the water in the compass
I got it by the P, they say I'm being pompous
Word to the Most high watch your coupe blow
that nigga
He is so fine, his music is so fucking dope (man, fuck that nigga)
Ayy, look Samuel, I gotta go pee, I'll be right back alright?
(Yeah,
that nigga
He is so fine, his music is so fucking dope (man, fuck that nigga)
Ayy, look Samuel, I gotta go pee, I'll be right back alright?
(Yeah,
Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man
Some fine ass girl walked by
And she was lookin, I'm lookin back
She said uh "JD I love
these crows can't be made to stop.
So I'll sit denying by this fire
I ain't standing up for nothing
Lack of interest leads to,
Lack of knowledge leads
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