Lyrics:
smash your Benz windows
Detecting fake niggas signals
Yo live niggas get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed time
Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red
equipped quit expiring
Don't sit and be shy just let them go by them lil kids
I am meant to inspire beings
On that yo I'd die on that yo I'd cry a lil bit
everyday no capping
Loving this life everyday laughing
Always coming up everyday grafting
Money on mind yo I'm always trapping
Like why they just actors
the 80s
Niggas Popping pillies just to get by
I ain't sad bitch i pop to get high
New Prada bag got my girl fly
Think my whip depressed cause my doors
a pocket pussy so feeble
Thought he cold up on my shoulder let me heat the metal
Controlling nothing but a beat block run by devil
That girl a dime piece
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
it, see
I dig in my crates, I don't perpetrates
I got shit sewn, like Billy Bathgate
Beware like Cocoa, yo I'm not a slow boat
Got so much dough I
on new
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if
Jeffersons.
Lets begin, it began, so begun
The story of one who went from girl to woman.
From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.
Son by guns that sound like
Rapper and actor D-M-X along with wife pregnant wife Tashera
Showed up at the federal court in Queens Wednesday
To accept a plea agreement
Inside
If I could do it one way
I would do it like this
Exactly how it goes
Everytime the beat hit
Pullin up like boom bap
That's a drive by on yo bitch ass
up
You can bet I come diggin' you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Field marshals, elites and the chief
Soldiers we better take heed and realize
Signs of the times, stand by yo 9,
Watch out
I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop Mollys, I'm in the Yo' with Rock Gotti
berserk (Go berserk, crazy!)
Can't get enough of my life, no Yo Gotti, "I am" (I am)
Can't get enough of the price, I'ma tax you, Uncle Sam (Sam!)
She
cho' hands up
Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up
Throw
cho' hands up
Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up
Throw
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And started to whistle
I swarmed in wit big fire arm to calm him
We gon win
Anybody test him i stretch em
Pulled em by the collar and hollered
Yo pull
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