Lyrics:
a mule
to put my kids through school
Live by my number one rule, got to support my crew
I’ve got nothin’ to lose, divin’ head first in the pool
I’ll be
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures
(go live your life)
No, I'm not dumb, no, yeah
But where I'm from, you get shot sixty times, yeah (brrt)
I spend a hunnid, I can't drop a diamond,
on the kid)
An I know it's been a, it's been a minute (drop, drop, drop, can I live? baby)
And time go by fast (drop, drop, drop) when you let it (drop, drop
a sock for you Homey don't play
Clowning you kids I'll fuck up your day
I've been declared brain dead by paramedics
Insult your whole crew act like someone
your whole crew can fall through
Now later on done got here
I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here?
Draws, falling down like niggas in
Two lives I have lost just by walking the
(I'll go)
Three miles that surround every one of the
(I'll go)
Four lines that draw things I want to say
(I'll
superstars, this ain't one of them chicks, you know
I got a key right by the brick, I got a chick, her name Christina
Know who to meet when I need a new two
Yeah, yeah testing one, two, three
It's Akon the illegal alien, ch'yeah (yeah)
Sizzla Kolongi coming to you live, Shabba (him deh yah)
See me ah
get two men
Two heaters, one street, one clock
And when it strike twelve, one of y'all gon' drop
If you quick on the draw, you gon' see tomorrow
fast, when my Smith Wes' blast
So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed
Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort crews
Don't get me
boom on top boom, boom gat for gat
And all the rules got the drop on you
And let the nickel nine pop on you
Yo, my crew in the front got it
what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me
what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me
It's the way you got my heart beat racing
Your legs are shaking, touching like we in love
But I know it's just a drop by drop those
Draws if they're
The way I play the game you
Think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout
Stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My
Till my throat raw
Sip purple drank
All fucking day long
Dont need no cap
Dont need no straw
Im on my last straw
Get your gun boy lets draw
When i pull
tight Youngblood
Cause I've got guns, straps, hundreds of cats
Can't see me, nah, I cotch in the flats
Bun a CD, yeah, whip a couple tracks
Take two draw
draw the goddamn line
I ain't tryin' to ruin your good times,
I'm just trying to kill my bad times,
cnd live my life
One fucked up day at a time.
They claim that's my fault
Don't bring your ass outside if
You ain't 'bout it
We gon' draw that white chalk
Wrong or right, my niggas stepping
We don't
bakin' soda, this home improvement
She bring the .9 by two
I fuck on that ho and came back on her (go)
It look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now
plaster casters
Faster than you can imagine
Due to your bragging you getting
Slewed by crews of
Yoots that are planning to do some damage
You damn right, so
keep your dial on speed
Regardless of the draw, just rely on me
And when the rain falls, just rely on me
And you know who to call, when your ride's on E
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