Lyrics:
Yo, remix
Donae'o, Donae'o
Cadet, Cadet
Wiley
Ghetts
Real niggas inna my circle
Real women inna my circle
Only family inna my circle
No
Where the wolves at?
You better bust that if you gon' pull that
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo)
Man, cats don't know
your face)
There's no need to be afraid (by any means necessary)
'Cause I won't do unto you now (come on)
Amen (hey)
All that we've been through
ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know
And if I find another piece
Missin from my package
He'd better grab his piece cause this
Time we goin at it
'Cause this nigga right here must
Got it out
't make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by
You're fallin' down, you hit the ground
You must rebound, stand up my friend
When morning come, you can get some
Keep movin' on, get up again
You're fallin' down, you hit the ground
You must rebound, stand up my friend
When morning come, you can get some
Keep movin' on, get up again
I don't get it together tonight
They're gonna run me out of town
Come on, come on
And tell me why you're staring
Come on, come on
It must be
about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
't blame us
We fire jus like a torch
We'll do a drive-by
Leave ya brains right on ya porch
ATF don't know hotness
When we boil we scorch
I gotta 10 by 2
't blame us
We fire jus like a torch
We'll do a drive-by
Leave ya brains right on ya porch
ATF don't know hotness
When we boil we scorch
I gotta 10 by 2
all say that they're real, I know that most aren't
Boy, you think you're clever, don't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart?
Come with me to another
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
come-up is biblical
Hustle-inclusive, we never divisible, yeah
Get it there
All I do is try just to get it there
Life and career would be better there
Get
Celibate because dem don't give a now
Possessed by the spirit inna dem cup now
Searching for love from the likes on her photo
Amateur now she a go pro
So
spell
Got me saying "Oh well"
Saved by the bell
I hate the smell
Baby how come you can't tell
Baby this a living hell
How come you can't tell
You must be
of the lonely plan
Act like you don't know me 'till I make it I will show you, damn
I feel like a holy man, I come from a holy land
You're girl must be lonely
like marbles) collects diamonds
(The remix)
Ayo, add on son
Politic for the real ones
Yo, we gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's
Long way 'round
Ain't no shortcuts
I ain't gonna turn around
I ain't come this far
Only to come this far
And I know that
Better days are coming
you've never been caught, boy you must be lucky
But don't go parkin by my tires, you better hush puppy
They never catch us all, it'll never stop
Any
But now I've found a better route
But you don't understand that
Respect where respect is due
But you don't understand that
Tell the truth you wanna man
would go wrong)
Cause maybe I'll walk away
(For once I'm happy)
You know I live for drama
When are we going home?
I need my bean by me
Baby don't get me
Ayo, Tical?
What up, fam?
You know Bus-a-Bus had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God
Good too see you too, God
Let's take the streets
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