Lyrics:
crippin right now
We dippin right now
All that money imade ya
You're major, I made ya
Nigga, now I gotta fade ya
Payin no attention when u got a suspension
Young nigga getting money and
That's real shit and this really shit just
Happen nigga real quick
Man goddamn nigga I know I come yet
Ya girl say "goddamn
Traveling's the fun
Flashing by the countryside
Merrily we roll along, roll along
Catching at dreams
Yesterday is done
See the pretty
dish it out with the no look
You should keep on playing by the playbook
No they won’t win it for you
Be less them and more you
That’s real shit
Ima
'86
Let me give an example of some ol' MURS shit
My sect of mid-city is livin' on the edge
'cause there's four gangs at war and none of them wear red
loud
Stand by myself, I don't care who's around
Drive till I'm happy, cause I'm feeling down
Seen some crazy shit, but I don't make a sound
Heart real
your grandpa's style
No for real, ask your grandpa, "Can I have his hand-me-downs?" (thank you)
Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Chocolate
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
Tru 2 da game
Ain't nothin' changed but my bank account
I'm still the same
[Silkk the Shocker]
Tryin' to have things major, they
real- who ain't got no feelings
(No doubt, son, keep your eyes open)
(I got this, I got this)
(Just watch my back, I got your front, yo)
Check it out
Scoop 6-400, of that bomb smoked ass real
High, I can see the homeys pass by
We creep inside, lettin niggas know this Eastside
Now all my
Dreaming like Geronimo make them true round here by hustling
A bad Americana in paradise heels on the beach spending bread 'cause she know daddy too real
of humanity before it dies
Black and white ain't the real fight
That's the only thing the media hypes
The real fight are these major corporations
Holding back
Play O-Dog in Menace and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin' the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin' that cash in
Think
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
down
You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man
Eh yo, thug niggas know the code, lock and load
Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga brain explode
the line
They said that you kind
Might finish this in time
But only moment created was that Shot by Dame time from that three (swish)
Call me if you wish
No
a chance at all
He told me icons real name is vinny
Maybe when he's getting chased by a bunch of sweaty face record snakes
With chansaws and machete
Greatness has always been inside my name
This second nature this shit aint too major
Hope it’s in my favor I’m sending my prayers
I’m Tryna be greater
a prayer for all the real 1s
Its amazing grace
We turnt up in a major way
Salute me like Im major pain
This something you kan't take away
Honor amongst all
you the one I touch a mil with
This love came real quick it caught me by surprise real shit
Whenever you drop it low just know i'm coming fasho
And my
strapped with a tool
I was major payne with that
Si check yea thats right
Staten Island crazy rep
Learned to seal that water up like a fuckin' navy vet
Crazy
Look at you, no pleasure in creative thinking
Because you don't think creatively anymore
The real joy of being a human being
Is to be able to use
we sellin' units)
(We doin' real big AND we eatin', the whole plate)
The whole fuckin' plate man; ain't no cuts on this shit man
Ain't no middleman
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