Lyrics:
can smell the pack in the air
It just got passed to me
Yea I’m living by the motto “live fast, die young”
The girl sitting next to me is headed for
to sleep
This smitty get the dumpin chopp his, ass, we put him on the tee
Please don't play with me, I'll chop your ass for thinkin' you want beef
Niggas
far from basic, I fuck a bad bitch, turn her to a star
One, two, nigga from the bricks now we live luxury
Three, four, they shitted when they was up
on my four-five, call me 007, yeah
Talkin down on the five, send his bitch ass heaven, yeah
Thirty-two niggas that's in my gang, call that shit Mac 11,
Hit it one time, two times, too live
Laying poolside and it made me woosah
Too fine do ya' own thing I'ma do mine
I'm on cloud nine 'cause
You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin
You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult
Okay, that boy got it, for real
Remember nights we couldn't eat, now we got a few mil'
No filler on the album, cue up, how does it feel?
They tryna
2
Now four divided four makes me plus you
So go, go and come along for the ride Ms. Daisy
I'm sitting low hitting dro
I whip it like a pro
And with
techs by your rockets threw jets
Who's next to get hit by firepower that's so raw?
Go play; 4-4's ready for war
[Mase]
All out, what, what
Want
In a four seater, got two more seats
It's just Bort' and me, tell her hop in
Now she wanna bring a friend for my friend
No problem
If her man mad that
Maybach Music
Pray for the days when the failure was a phase
Or hate was the case but they tell you to your face
The top came down so I never
wanna make the sweat boil in your palms
I live at hotels like I'm Royal Tenenbaum
I'm losing nothing, I'm spinning
I chew 'em up with the rhythm
for your punk ass
My nigga Ski whats up
My nigga C whats up
My nigga P whats up
I'm read to tear shit up
Coming straight from the land of the O-A-K
1. First hand I seen it I know it's sad
2. Can't take the pressure I ain't even mad
3. They got u in ah jam so u wanna talk
4. T love ass niggaz
your conscience speakin
No time for cryin and weepin
You tryin to climb, you reachin
Up to ya prime, you eatin'
You ripped a rhyme last weekend
You
Get your ass took off, boy you being too nice
If I ain't have no fye, nigga then I had two knives
Boy you finna die so your ass better think twice
Cause
Put your Deez up
To protect yaself put the Deez up
No Willy Lump Lump forget the STD's
I've been playing my tunes way before MP3's
And the fours Itunes
There's a whole lot OF ones stacked up to make a nine
You know you ghetto when you thinkin' your a star
When you waitin' in line at the back for
redistribute, Big lathe know this my only way from home
Right back to Virginia, twenty books of the dealie
Take a nine of the Fenty' (ooh), two-fifty every
hard live by that motto
All them haters they follow
Hit that bitch once I got options
Why you talking
Gawking
Got this album dropping
While he flopping
What the fuck is this?
They're for the bullet holes, puta!
Unload the barrel and laugh
'Cause I'm puttin' lead in yo' motherfuckin' ass
Unload
the tables have turned
And in the mist of the morgue
Your funky sould burn nigga
Chorus x2
(Gangsta Boo)
Ten times out of twelve
nine times out of ten
Gansta
remember chillin' with my pistol on the train
I'm sayin' two to this I'm representin' hip-hop
Admit that I'm the man, its time for me to get my props
than Coca-Cola do
I'm built to last, up in that ass my crew makes all the noise
How you lookin like Emmitt Smith, runnin back to get your boys
Its do
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