Lyrics:
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
About who get seniority at these shows
Especially when compared to me
Y'all ain't shit on stage
[Chorus]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow 'em
Blow for blow
Slug for slug
A thug's a thug
Kickin' this here
Just to let you know
Ain't a damn thang changed
Doin' these everyday thangs
And it
what I know then you know I ain't playin'
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain
Possessed by the streets you
stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
We get hasenpfeffer
And black pumpernickel for chow
We get hasenpfeffer
And black pumpernickel for chow
I'd
Uh she got the whole, world, in her jaws
When she feel it tighten up, don't stop and don't pause
I got the whole, game, in my head
Don't fuck for
a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
Constantly eyed by neighbors who do the Feds favors
It ain't no major though, whether slangin' yay
I was low, Gabriel, low
Mighty low, Gabriel, low
But now, since I have seen the light
I'm good by day and I'm good by night
So blow, Gabriel, blow
flow.
I take my city everywhere that I go!
I’m from the L-O-N-G-B-E-A-C-H
C-I-T-Y See I, got a paper chase.
City by the sea, it’s the 562.
That’s
Oh no
Yea
I bet you thought I wouldn't show up
Sh show up
Well baby girl I'm bout to blow up
B blow up
And all these groupies love my glow up
G glow
Like a time Bomb
(Time bomb)
I'm ready to blow
Feel the explosion
(Explosion)
Its time for me to glow
(Time for me to glow)
I'm a shinning light
Na
by any means
In love with the green got a palm full of trees
Bags for the fiends bags for the cheese
Pull drag squeeze off the blunt that I steam
I
Yeah, I sit back and ask myself
A question, y'know what I'm sayin
Nigga who's the G
Is it him, is it me
Who's the G
Is it him, him or me
I
Got the crown by the stroke of chocolate, it has enough text It's funny how money get blow We ain't got money to spend We are so, we are so, yeah We are
One pound two pound three pounds four
All it takes is seven pounds of pressure for it to blow
One pound two pound three pounds four
All it takes is
and dripped out know what I'm talking about
Party like a birthday candle 'til it blow out
Party like a birthday candle 'til it blow out
Party like a birthday
individual
Here's a principle to live by
Get money and spread love before you die
I'm Sick of the games
Sick of clout chasing for fame
Sick of you using our
graft
Need a mansion overseas,
Surrounded by palm trees n bad b's
With a couple g's & a private jet I can flight in when I blow this weed
Why these pigs
guerrillas, mercenary killers
Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned
Gone worldwide, but true to the underground
(P and Silkk)
Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm
hand
Leanin in and out of sedans
Pumpin crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee
Their dream is to re-up to a ki
Cops watch the influx of dope
Through
for your download link
I let Ja Rule when I murder ink
Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think
This Queens prodigy is the product
DJ Paul and Juicy J-
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that fuckin shit)
me thru the floor, yeah
I said I'm about to blow yeah
I'm about to blow yeah
I'm about to blow
Let's go bar for bar
Fuck it tit for tat
They try
Back in the days, i used bug for The dough
Told G.O.D to help me live long
She wanna blow my dick
She wanna blow my dick
Man i be sipping some shit
I'm
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