Lyrics:
is four for a pound
Y'all need cream
That's equivalent to a sixteen
See, when I'm rappin' I'm trappin'
Wasn't really good, well, subtract
Then I'm
the rashers booth
I'm rappin' to the tomato
And I'm gonna move your forego
Got a movie for my marinade
That's how I feed my soul
The world only have so much
stage by a gay crowd (not Drake)
It was them Tyler, the Creator fans, he was on Flex show rappin' 'bout fuckin' a man (weirdo)
Casanova had that "So
It ain't shit to shoot it out (Brr)
12 on my trail like Tyreek Hill
The whole route (Skrr)
4 ass' head got smoked
Then they walked Tavoris down
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
Lyin on the tube 'bout how you'se a player
Or some type of gangsta with a rappin career
Or one of them fools yellin 'bout 'keep it real'
Are you
Intro-
D.T.E.
Hook-
ILLEGAL BUSINESS CONTROLS THE COLONY
GANGSTA BUSINESS CONTROLS THE COLONY
COCAINE BUSINESS CONTROLS THE COLONY
NARCOTICS
free in this world so I stole 4th base
I bought it back to the hood
I did more than I could
I over understood
Fronted a backwood
I'm beyond good
So tell
Bogard, who ridin' Marvin?
No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'
But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers
You stick around and watch my
No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'
But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers
You stick around and watch my money lay ya
And I know
[Featuring Steady Mobb'n]
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change
4x
I'm
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4
Think I'm gonna do both, 'cause I like that dare of yours
Sorry Mama I was too busy in the car rappin' hits
Surprise to the world I'mma call myself
talkin shit cause they broke and they ain't on
Who them niggas rappin they ain't snappin on that lame song
Tell them muthafuckas that them suckas got
thirsty
Cause he bought a mansion in Patterson New Jersey
The house that was owned by Lou Castello
At the age of 25 life was so mellow
A father of 4, each
Baker, know I'm droppin'
Them tapes, yeah, huh
Oh-ho-! I be droppin' them tapes, huh
Tay K, I do the race, huh
I can not fuck with no face
Wearin' Gucci,
of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin' at 10,
Hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace
to this new millennium, goddamnit! They say a comet is comin'
to this world by the year two-thousand, I say it's God! It's up to you
to pray to that higher
And they can't help themselves
They need the world to hear me
It's fucked up, the population's mind shackled up
By some are mesmerized by a fucking pimp
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
well done
Might live by the gun,
but keep livin' through my livin' son
Hook: [King T] x4
Outro:
[King T]
We make, make, money, money, make, money,
well done
Might live by the gun,
but keep livin' through my livin' son
Hook: [King T] x4
Outro:
[King T]
We make, make, money, money, make, money,
pouring 4 my gangsta
He keep him a pole a new Mac 11 I'm upping and letting it go
I might just bust ya lil dome my youngens be reckless
And really put
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