Lyrics:
hustle was wrong
His mind was his own
But the man lived alone
Oh, superfly
You're gonna make your fortune by and by
But if you lose, don't ask no
man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With lots of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is blaka
the big bank stack up
Motherfuckers get dropped with the quickness
I got an ill left and a right fist
Make mistakes and you'll lose
Or you might die
Cause
Alright, bet
Turn me up a little bit
Fell in love with, fell in love with (you aren't even a cold breeze for my man Taz)
Yeah, yeah
I fell in
Come on
No matta what you do to me
No matta how many times you'll never ruin me
You can't break this fate, this destiny
Won't let you get the best
you ain't making no noise
Get faded, turn up with the big boys
Live fast, die young that's my choice
Get money, get money like an invoice
We can mob all
get a re-up
Talk bout drugs talk bout guns n slugs
See a pagan aim it for his head top
His arms out bro like I ain't trynna give u a hug
I'm a bad man
get stopped by my security.
No matter what you try.
I know my back is got.
So I let karma handle...
cll the stupid little thots, like you!
Hoes try
time
I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right
And it's hello babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my baby, don't you know our
time
I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right
And it's hello babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my baby, don't you know our
time
I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right
And it's hello babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my baby, don't you know our
But he only got eight, better come with the two
My lil' youngin' take quarters, he don't give a shit
If he can't add it up, he gone sell it to you
bout this life
Go go go go go go go and get it
You gone go get it if bout this life
Gun pop no missing
You might end up missing if you fooling round my
a great speed
This pair is what we get instead of Waluigi?
Like DMX but a real dog
How you gon' flex on a light gun god
Hit 'em cross map, quickscope like
said take the motherfucking guns and the keys
Man I said fuck that shit
Fuck fuck fuck you Jerry
So I took my gun and I lit that shit up
I blasted
bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who fuck it
He just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our niggas sitting
I'll let you know
Just another block episode
Yo, I roam the streets with my peeps and the gun by my crotch
I got beef with this cat that resides
more to life than just poverty
This is definitely, uh, words of wisdom
America, America
Amerikkka
I charge you with the crime of rape, murder,
ain’t shot and we made it past 21 like Son of a Gun with no names attached to a magazine,
And no machete so we keeping clean.
They gave me a dream that
and I ain't tripping it's just my pride dawg
Man these niggas be so goofy they can't play with me
I be hanging with this shawty she speak Portuguese
Na
know they gon' try to misuse me
Patiently wait while they come up with solutions
Twenty chains on my neck, man, they can't figure me out
Put a Rollie
Get on the train you smelly Jew you too you dirty Gypsi get on
Taking yall back to 1944
My skin turned red from too many bedbug rashes set
who you fucking with
I don't condone all the sucker shit
Man I swear theses niggas be on other shit
(I ain't lacking you know I'm clutching it)
Can't
not be right, but I'll get it by the end of the night
So what do you mean you don't know nothin now
I stopped with the steelin' like A... Brown
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