Lyrics:
is to the bone
Ain't no reason that bangin ass need to be havin pants on
I like that upside down heart that lives inside ya G-String
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[Verse 1: Propaganda]
Slang came from a land where they suffer from the effects of depravity like gang bangin' and earthquakes.
Most famous no
wanna web
I just wanna chill but gettin still gettin confronted by ice grills
They learn when I hit 'em with, heat and conspicious
Stunt, just a little
mockin' growl?
How do you think I got this deep gash in my brow?
Please wipe the blood from my eyes.
So it don't take, take us by surprise.
“I'll tell you
All this grindin', all this money, gotta get it
If it's hustlin' then I'm with it
Keep it bangin', let's get with it
All my gangsters let's get work
cyclical, simple civil obedient people
Are gonna die, because they can't live my life
All eyes on the small guys making small noise
In a small town with
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
You the number one trophy wife
So it's only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in
they do not make a sound
Know who the boss is, I'm not heartless, but know I don't play around
I'm where the lost is, no deposits, still making it by
didn't have no choice, I was raised right around the corner from where we standin'
Hollow points in it and all of that, I'm ready. We gang bangin'
My
it
Lookin' like I just bit the apple off
My momma died
I lost my mind and couldn't cope with it
And niggas kept on pokin' at my open shit
So I sold
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
Love is mind games
Love is mind games
She complains, you listen nice
Then get's P.O.'d by your advice
She waits until it's time for bed
Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk, drinkin' that Crissy
Niggas mad, don't like it 'cause I'm bangin' they
Yeah I’m a simple kind of man
Simple kind of man
Yeah don’t worry about it..
Yeah I guess I’m a simple kind of man
And I wanna live a simple
let it pass you by
Life is sweet, and it's yours to live, so give it a try
It's your boy Ijay
It's Ijay killing on the beat
Ask, Seek and Find(and
souls
The Life I was Given, The Life I was Given
No More Kicking in doors
I'm making a living, I'm making a living
No More stealing out stores
No more
my mind
Certified demons only ever lurk at night
So i hibernate, sheltered by the sun
Snipers wait where vipers laid, and hell hurt, now i'm numb
After
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
and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but
H-Town in this bitch
What up? What up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city
What up? What up?
What up? What up?
Money by the ton
Bricks
subject to wakin with cash and go crazy
Yeah they bangin baby Havoc representin for them niggaz
That don't trick, ladyless, just associates
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