Lyrics:
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
lives? Baby guys
I got big waps, no baby .9's
Girl with big back givin' uck 'til I got lazy eyes
Stro got nicked for his kidnap, but it made him wise
revelation, analyse
Losin' two wives livin' two lives
Crew rise American Cream new guys
Two hundred pies get rich and plan sweet
Rappin' like mines you
Lincoln continental
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
rigged
The feeling you get when you see a shark’s fin as you swim
Is what it’s like when I grab mics
And like Mike, I win
I jeopardize jester’s lives, F
They say I'm lonely…
Nah I call it solitude
Now I'm right here without a crew
And I'm still making solid moves
Most can't separate the two
They say
"Alright, cool, Jay"
But I gotta be at work by 3, it's midday
I can't go in smelling like weed, he said
"Okay" stop by the cheap tobacco store
Two swishers
the real me, babe
I'ma let you know and keep it simple
Tryna keep it up don't seem so simple
I just f*cked two b*tches 'fore I saw you
And you gon' have
They call me LINO, come f wit a n like me tho
Keep it 100 baby girl he a zero
They showing me love everywhere that we go
And by the way mf they call
swing, ah while my beat go
BOOM BOOM - why don't you let me take you to my room
Take off our shoes relax sit on bed and watch the Looney Tunes
But no!
a cop or two
'Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
The penitentiary don't stop a n**** 'cause he's in jail
Hell I'm makin' more money
Get the fuck out
Cause under my roof you live by my rules, son
I make you wanna bounce
Bounce sage Francis makes you wanna
Bounce joey Beat's beats
changed
Think I fell off, then I fell off to the top
Spot and we with me graves
Go ahead talk while I innovate
You get cropped out when I'm in the frame
F-F-F-F-F-F-F-F-F
Fuck yo couch
Back in my day, I used to play up in the streets
With my bike, by myself cuz no one knew me
All the kids went
role models tryna land them a model role
If they can skip school and get free bottles F*ck tryna be up on the honor role
Im just tryna live by the honor
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
Of Cali-for-nia, Sactown to L.A.
The homie Aidge, Indy 1, Spare Time on display
We making music even though we don't live close by
Phone calls, emails, long texts,
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
Don't ever do that I run with two macs
And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed
Lustful
Relationships, Is a noose
And I'm confused, While shielding
Too, Strong to show proof
Paid my dues, Hell seeped on through
Since occupied by two
guns, and keys
But y'all is gettin live though
I ain't gonna cry yo
I just want to get paid off, n****
Like five-0
[Chorus: x2]
In America
[Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
And can't none
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
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