Lyrics:
[puff daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
like this here
[Mr. G-stacka] Yeah
[Big Pimp] Yeah, let Gangsta represent first for his lil' baby why'knaw'msayin?
He ain't got nothin' but one so he
loose
Sippin, on some Ciroc mixed in with a lil juice
Handcuffing' ya broad my nigga really what's the use
Cuz all I gotta do is wink and she's on her way
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
to call me Lil' Rock
Skinny big head nigga with a rock
And I ain't talkin' 'bout the hard
Even though my fam used to keep the grams in the socks, damn
an army van
You must live in Fantasy Land
Cut off you and your partner hand
Candyman, I'm from the scrap
And I'll leave your partner's ass handicapped
name, and you gon' be another
Bitch, I'm out that North where ain't no shame, he get stretched by his brother
Catch 'em out of bounds, we pluck 'em
Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with
it
I live in a mansion, grew up in the trenches (wow)
Niggas be hating, I get it, they still in their feelings
Get found by some niggas who's
and I live by the code
I'm in a different city every night
That's when I feel at home
Yeah, I'm too in love with the money
I'm tryna put on for the bros
because my hunger?
Mr. America young black niggas want ya
I want to talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfucking G-pack in my hand
Look what
because my hunger?
Mr. America young black niggaz want ya
I want to talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfuckin G-pack in my hand
Look
I used to aye
Aye i used to be
Aye aye aye aye
I used to be in the den
I used to be on the game
I used be a lil lame
I used to stay in my lane
Now
the mollies
Lil thickie bitch don't guess her color
But her name be Holly
I took her home I bent her over
She was on a Percocet
She say "when it's gone kick
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
you got a only fans that is not a job
Lil boy you not a gangster you a bitch your name is Bob
HitEmUpTy gone up that drac I bet you get your mom
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
By the way that you move, i could sense, you a suspect
You a rat, walk on your fours, yeah boy you a suspect
You the first to be telling, godamn you
'm a gangster, got pardoned by Trump
But I'm still out here bustin' my gun
Even Poof say he seen a lil' bitch
On my soul, I believe in Lil Crix
And I hate I
brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot
of family cause we always been apart
I been out here making plays and I'ma always play it smart
I'm just thinking bout my lil' brother, I still love you
I
(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
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