Lyrics:
cash
Droppin my top just to dump out the ash
Wrestle with work like my name Kevin Nash
Let me take it back just for two minutes
Fourteens and the nines,
is a blessin but stuff goes wrong
Stay strong and you gotta remain calm
No bein angry blowing up like a bomb
No arguing back & forth like ping pong
on the back porch
(I did)
Had that pack ordered, we was backed up
(we was nigga)
That's that good shit, that’s that hood shit
(we hood)
You a cute bitch,
She want to introduce her parents to a nigga, shit
I just came from Milan, I had a threesome with two white bitches
Almost had a four but the black
a couple o's now the game gets gravy
Take 1250 go get two and a baby
That's 63 grams if you whip that right
You should get back 5 or 6 that night
Stack
you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home
home town
Brighton is the place for them now
They learnt the way
Worked out how
At 20 they found London Town
He took a punch or two
So he got angry back
the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast
WE'RE HERE
AND THE PLAN'S BEEN FOLLOWED THROUGH
SOME THINGS THEY JUST HAVE TO DIE
IN ORDER TO LIVE THROUGH
MAYBE WE WILL COME AROUND IN TWENTY TWENTY TWO
to vote by saying the
Lesser of two evils is still a choice
Well maybe or maybe not
Niggas rhyming like they got 80 Glocks
You home watching I Love the 80's
Yeah '84, '94, '20, two type shit (yeah)
Out of line, you get your fuckin' top topped
Ain't playin' no games, you pussies
Ayo, this on you, blood
Tell em I'm good
Workin on my growth
Imma do what I should
Book a lotta shows
Bring the bread by the foot
And pretty soon I'm gone
Quicker than they
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
"Baby" (yes)
In twenty-three hours, had to bring that back (bring it)
A Rolex can't phase me
Time be money, so bitch come pay me
Swing both ways so
I'm it on my worst days[00:08.01]I been in the worst place[00:09.20]As a matter of fact[00:10.08]We live in the worst place[00:11.44]This shit was
He leans back from his desk, rubs the back of his neck
The stress takes effect, grips the bridge of his nose
Squints while he's showin' emotion he
the rap game work
Man, I respect all the rappers
Rest in peace to all the rappers that ain't here in twenty-two
That ain't even here in twenty-three
I still
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
of fact I will not sell my soul
Can't die yet, I got shit to do
Two years in I got shit to prove
Don't go hard till your life on the line
Those in comfort
pussy, fucking my bitch
I've been going platinum, you walk by
You player-hate, don't even try
Chorus
Verse two:
Don't ever quit, once you get started
York for two days around Grammy winners
Come back home straight to the money getters
About fourteen thousand dollars worth in twenties
Brown paper bag
taking bets with all takers you don’t want to know what I just lost on the Lakers
I’ll make it back by next week don’t fuck with my paper they say money
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! About to take you way back! Way back that is, to vernor!
Posse, Yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope
In the home away from home
In
wonder I get speared by my peers, yeah I'm a target
It used to take a nation of millions for niggas not to be
Amerikkka's Most gave America hope
Back when
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