Lyrics:
can be a real boy But you real toy
You can be a real man But you real bland
Need a meal plan Needa bulk up
I just woke up I just go, gloves off
Dust tha
on tha block I'm ready come on man you all should know better
If you want it I give it come get it my nigga I'm ready for whatever
We got 100's on 100's
Kaala, ye circle hai galat but it is so charming
I know jo maine kiya tha woh galat, I'm sorry Lord cz
I sold my darling (I sinned)
I go through it
Boy
damn thing
Man aint nothin' changed
I reach for tha stars
I still chase dreams
Keepin' my composure
I'm all about tha grind
Don't Cindy Lauper me man
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
Down since day 1 and I stuck on tha plot
Everybody wanna be tha man
I'm after tha bands
Everybody wanna be tha man
I'm bout feedin tha fam
Everybody
and just ride by my side
But you stabbed me in tha back and tried to send me to tha sky
I can still see it clear it was just you and I
Should I even split
switches till the bumb of brake
[Verse III]
I'm from tha land of drive-by's and agmatics
Thug lords, blood and crip riders and drug addicts with bad habits
tacos they'll make you fart
******[chingo bling]
Una orden de taco
And a nalga de j-lo
We can have it my spot
You got tha money to say so
Pull up to tha
ya playing with
Tha devil man
Jesus be running
Like tha power ten is two
Gotta keep it a hundred
If it wasn't for
Tha lord
Than i
Wouldn't be nothing
I'll be tha man with no name
Wit this rap shit I'm dangerous like tha purest form of cocaine
Lying like wasn't born a product of tha dope game
Brand new
his eyes
And he real rude if you get up on tha bad side
Winning' by a landslide
Or a landmine
Doin' what you can, I'm just doin' what I do
Spit
Tha Liks get, down
Guess who's back? It's Tha Alkaholiks
We're back, buk, buk, by popular demand
Guess who's back? It's Tha Alkaholiks
We're back, buk,
hittin' and tha world is getting cold
Fuck dis shit we don't play by tha rules
So many hitters I don't know who to choose
Fuck it attitude I got nuttin'
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
break tha chainz
They say keep your head up, bro, you gotta be a man
You better never let up, that's why they won't understand
I'm so scared of my future,
bodied
I shoot it too
Where I'm from, they don't give tha youth nuthin' to do
Thuggin' on tha block
Poppin' shots
God forgive 'em
They just wanna
its my turn
Fuck a bitch
My money is way more important I'm behind tha tints
On a mission tryin' ta get it
And I won't stop 'til I got it all in
ah brand new one
Either run tha day or tha day runs your brother man (hey)
Defeat’s not ah bitter thing until you swallow bro
See it’s not enough for
eyes fo
Cause ya mad i'm pushin good and pimped out tha side door
(Chorus 2X)
While riding in my Cadillac
What to my surprise..
(Verse 2)
Now when I
(Oh I), (Oh I)
I'm tha magnificient with tha sensational style,
far from bein' shallow cause she caught me wit a smile,
try to figure out my style,
det stick wat im holden like farmer
Hold up tha sword , i got tha power like he-man
King of tha universe my name is steven
Me n my niggas wan go onna 3
I'm a bad man gimme the loot
Only rappers I look up to are probably Hov and Trae Tha Truth
Everybody else is cool and I respect your grind
And even
they house
I blow alot of money when I go up in my vault
Cause I'm platinum bound and I'm still hot
Who's tha man who's the boss
Who's the nigga
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