Lyrics:
on the inside, where is mine? (Jesus)
Love and hate is a thin line, get two for the ten time (Lord)
Dyin' on the eleventh, my N-
I'm just down here stuntin'
name was Larry Davis
The brown skinned brother with the shelltoe flavas
People talkin shit it's yo' next door neighbours
About me n' KRS
been washing in I need a wizard
To set this price, movable object come from the project bet on his life
Blinded by vice, running with mice, thinking it's
Past due
Wolcott shit you know
Yeah
What would you do
If you wish you had a dollar but you didn't
Now you out collecting bottles for a slimmy nigga
it 'bout it see yo I'm down to do whatever
I wants money the powers the s*** n****
I need dollar s***
Til I win the lotto b****
My motto is
I'mma 223 grabber
Bust or block hitter
Project kidnapper
Rookie nigga wig splitter
Make copies for the rapture
It's all on you nigga
Oh, I'm comin
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
2 weeks in the joint
Now the story you heard has one little object
Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects!
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
grip and make three songs
I'm try'na get my mothafuckin' paper on
I want the new (bone?) and the new cell phone
I want the new two way pager
pick the better option
LOF I got the wave
They know a n**** locked in
Once I get these mills
Get my family out the projects
Im bout to get it on my
crazy payola
Childs play, crayola
It hard 2 stay sober
Stay closer to where I'm supposed to
Never distracted by da madness
Too busy studying classics
N
feat. Mobb Deep
Uh huh, yeah
Cluminati..
Q.B. (New Mobb Deep)
For the year 2G
(Best of Queens)
N****z know what the f*** I'm talkin bout
If
up listening to Project Pat (Pat)
Dropping hits and selling bitches, my life like Hustle and Flow (Deejay)
Twenty pack of 'za, I got it off when I
around
I got scars on me from the battle grounds
I am a hustler by nature real n**** what they label me
Don't watch me what TV
And nowadays you can get
(Jesus)
Love and hate is a thin line, get two for the tenth time (Lord)
Dyin' on the eleventh, my n-
I'm just down here stuntin' on the seventh, my n
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
TRU SHIT
Production By Solo Beats
Comin Down Smokin Green/Makin My Cream Servin Fiends/Sippin On Lean Then Pop A Bean 2 Project PT Ghetty
grip and make three songs
I'm try'na get my mothafuckin' paper on
I want the new (bone?) and the new cell phone
I want the new two way pager
Like I got paid by Pat riley
Real hood baby want Trina to fuck Kylie
I'm wildin'n out of town and mean business in my set
Put the hustler in and hustla
[Drake: Talking]
Uh, Yea, Get In My Slick Rick Mode
N'a Mean?, Im A Tell Ya A Story Real Quick
[Verse 1: Drake]
Look,
She Got A Saying Theres No
opened up the door, headed up the stairs
Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was there
First sight he saw, struck him by surprise
Two shots was
ashamed
But this ego healed my wounded heart
Wounded warrior
Getting high
I'm Watching euphoria
With 2 black women by my side
I'm an Oreo
Order ya like
know?
So, he phones up the company
"yeah, we got one, " da
Dat dat da we get into the studio, you know
Two months later we go into the studio
To record
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