Lyrics:
bouta see me, like I'm Cena
For starters I'll say it one time
Ain't nothing happening on the other side
So gone and tell ya lil soldiers you better run
nigga, you want to know why
'cause I could give a fuck whether you or me die
Bitch ass niggaz better back up wit da quickness
Play me the wrong way,
pull up & slide
Shawty hop in my ride
Ima let you count this bread
Got the top down outside
Lil momma my main focus is to get me a mil
I got so many
Die for the cause (*whispering*)
Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!
Yeaaaah.. motherfuuuucker!
[ Lil' Fame ]
Feel the First Family energy, alright
Remember
different directions
So how the fuck you gonna tell me that you got some objections?
On god
This is the greatest that I've ever been
And I'll keep getting
?
Why can't time just pass me by
Hope you can hear my cry up in heaven, oh my
Accomplishments go down the drain when I see the powder rain
Made me forget
I hit up, will never get up
Tell me, how it's goin' down nigga
If I'm bein' a fuckin' clown nigga (yeah)
Take a couple of rounds nigga, I keep
, they gon' party
Loading up the gen 5, try and harm me
Bro 'nem slide if I die, it's a party
Keep a Glock on me cause we be wanted by so many men
Hallows
the homiez
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin'
You in the mood for some sexual
a god send
For a nigga that cross the line thats a problem
My only problem is for that one nigga I couldn’t solve em
Young black king restricted by his
Moving like a worm
They can’t tell if I’m cat or pillar
I’m moving south in winter
From chi town to h -town
I stay loaded
Base now
They hold me under
When
how Ricky got hit (that's how Ricky got hit)
I can't count how many times these bitches told me I ain't shit (and I know I ain't shit)
Can't remember
tell her hold it down
You aint gotta wait for me when I'm not around
Bitches call my phone they learn the hard way
I pull up no roof no roof, but thats
picky
Whassup Nikki? Down for a quickie
Get your lil' Dickie and your Mickey and you're straight
And gotta be at work by 8
Called you last night, you
consumed my conscious and
Dad and Ma want me pursuing degrees
But I promise that i'm not built for these colleges
I want it so I go and get it homie, ain't
lookin' kinda scrumptous
What are those Citizens Rocker Republics
Antique jeans, I'm a antique fiend
Let my antique sag off my antique ass
Crack for me, I
I've lost count
Since 1865
Been out here on our grind
How many men have die
The Count would Lose count
Of all the tears we've cried
Just tryna stay
Big Stepper
I Could Get You Wacked Call Me Good Fella
Lil Nigga Hopping Out The Scat With The Facts Like Ka Is Signed By One Umbrella
Balancing
Used to trap for fun back when Dubb had pistols in da party
Wish i could call him I could tell him how it's going
52 weeks probation office slowed me
left me you know I was gone
I was depressed
I was down on my ass
I was taking a hit after hit from the bong
now I got something by making these songs
you slow, come try it
Fuck with that
Goin' up, now go ride it
Nigga, how I move
This shit be silent
Swear a nigga like me had a bitch
What about
a while just to get this far
Yeah
I'm still denying curses, carry fire with torches
If I die for a verse, you could say
Hey
Homie I'm down to Earth, so yeah
up
Had to disappear for a while
Shit got a lil' hot
Guess who’s back on the block
Mr big Stuff laid back in the cut
One hand on the burner one hand
it's a game to disgrace
I hold many jewels, drop more than I wear
I come in peace, prepare for the warfare
The invincible fold, when they're caught in
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