Lyrics:
down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy,
the shit till I drop it I'm pennywise
If you live and you die by the streets it is not a crime
30 Thousand dollars in all 20's it a change yo mind
Sign my
the reason why I still mold, C-notes in my bill fold
I like my brew real cold, it's the Ro-gram you with me
Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo
a beautiful dame, with a Royals Royce frame
And a Volkswagen brain
My style be kind of old, like gold
But it's the reason why I still mold, see-notes in
trip Riding on this road
Layered in brick, concrete or gravel
Who cares where I sleep the night, long as your face, is by my side
Don't need a 5 star,
We in the party with glock a winner I got drum
In my glock love way that split and
I had hit his head we pop his top and I had kill this bitch
We roll
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
Watch how
Quick I
Fill it up
I can build a
Tree house
All these
Sticks up in the
Trunk
All this
Ice
Smacking on my neck
Got me
Feeling kinda
Numb
While
in my league you just clutching to the fence
You Hornacek trying to block a shot by Shawn Kemp
Now that don’t make sense do it, I ain’t the villain
I
(talking)
Haha, y'all thought this was Dragnet didn't you
Wrong answer again
This song is for all the mutherfuckin chicken head bitches
And we kept
the dark
Fall in love with my remarks
I'd like to be Picasso someday
We'll stay out til 2 at night
Quit drinking by 25
We'll live forever just for today
He
Master P:
T are you!!! Silkk You In Here, No Limit For Life, I Got This Seedy, I Got This, I Got The Hood On My Back Nigga, Walk Wit Me!
(Chrous)
nice-ta-meet-ya"
Ima go crazy for all of my people
More stripes than a muh-fuckin' zebra
Coming through like Max Payne
Extended clip, it got no aim
I live in Harvard
hoes
Po'Shawn Lynch, I'm in Beast Mode
Ima keep runnin' til the knees blow
Been through it all, that's the cheat code
Have you ever had faith
So long
Grandma cut my ass if I ain't in by the street lights
Ain't nothing for you in this world out they past midnight
Twin that's my brother blood can't make
(uh-huh)
'Cause a chick gotta live
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, what-what-what? (Ohhh)
Why you all in my grill?
Why? Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (mmhm, uh)
Can you pay my
(uh-huh)
'Cause a chick gotta live
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, what-what-what? (Ohhh)
Why you all in my grill?
Whyyyyy? Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Mmhm, uh)
Can you pay
I cried like a fucking baby
It was like all the
Frequency just clicked to a change in my head
All the receptors were now
Receiving a different signal
word to Hannibal
No Lecter flexin' past the fuckin' point
Been high all day didn't have to smoke a joint
In my head these thoughts are racin' meditation
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it
Don't have to bump
Going fast in the 5th gear
DonnyB with no fear
Feeling like this is my year
And I'm gonna make it clear
Gotta tell you why I'm here
In the bat mobile
Daddy had him a lady
With my mom on the side
I came into this world
Chip on my shoulder
No lie
Age four I was good
New daddy came by
Married momma
In July
on the block or locked by the cops
Or shot like Biggie Smalls and Tupac (rest in peace my niggas)
Run it I never fronted
I got my whole crews life
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