Lyrics:
the bud, and spendin' a hundred for every dub.
What he got in his hand? I'm at it again,
But I really can't stand a lunatic plan. Work it.
[Chorus]
boy, so you know I'm ballin’ hard (Ballin’ hard)
Du Breesh, you could pull up in my yard (To my yard)
She fell in love, got me tatted on her arm
Feel so
making this breathtaking shit out of the
shit we make. then, it ain't shit no more, all taken
and gone in us by us in charter at the nature theater
Nigga chase a dub chase a ben
Don't got real love why pretend
Living in hell on earth gotta sin
Chickens in the trap raising hen
You a grinchsta den raise
came in the mail
A scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul-gold grill and a baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of question with no answers
came in the mail
A scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul-gold grill and a baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of question with no answers
indie records show up in a W-E-A box?
By saying your independent, you belittle the whole movement
Real emcee's work hard, ain't got investors to put out
you can't match numbers then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge
And shit, live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P dub shines regardless
Remorseless,
Needles in the arm for the dog bite (woo)
Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (that's what God like)
Vvs' dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels
to my lullaby
Let me sing a song to you
As your standing by my side
Let me sing a song to you
Hold me in your arms tonight
This is my lullaby, i hope you
In a wide body six hund'
With C-Dub and the Mon
Bringing terror like Big Pun
My squad's the bomb
It's play time but never fun
Making bitch niggas run
inside my pocket
Loaded up with hella bands
Throw that money in the air
Big booty bitch gon shake it fast
Uh
Came in all by my lonely
Lonely
Might just
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
It's Willy on the beat his first fuckin' album
He never wanna play cause he never wanna shout er
Never wanna shout er
Talk about the city that you
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
you ever have a problem
Call my name and I'll be there
All I want is you
To let me back into your arms
And I'm staying by your side
Give me
abusin me
But as the time went by I got another slimmy
And she was just like the first one screamin gimme
But not in the exact same way
She had a different
here bo', what the deal y'all?
Up in the staircase, post-up, long chrome
With the .4 long, closest I could reach my arm
Who wanna play target, check out
got the chop in the Beamer
Hating niggas gotta take em out the way
Pray I make it out ok
Not get killed by my love for the gang
Get shot in my back
rhyme took shine
I'm back for the second time
That's the first of three, me in the four-five
Dubs and trips hit from every single line
Like stories
Cartier
I got homies knocked by police
I got homies knocked by police
I got homies knocked by police
They gone have to hit me up on the phone now
in the same fit (In the same fit)
Fell in love and got crossed by the same bitch (By the same bitch)
That's the type of shit that really change
Im raising the bar , im reversing the Limbo
I am a shark in a pool full of minnows
A leg or an Arm im destroying a Limb , bone
Feeding my ego, get
how much I really wanna change
Why would I wanna wake up in the morning without you by my side?
And why do I gotta see you in tears just to make a nigga
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