Lyrics:
holdin' it down
I certainly miss how she grinds it
And she says she miss havin' me around
She all up on me singin' my songs
And it feels like I'm
the scene blow a rack
Leave the scene with a snack nigga
It's a V on my back
I'm in the V with a pack
Hit the scene blow a rack
Leave the scene with a snack
the fuck up, bitch, gargle this meat
In the pool with the sharks, and it's deep
Ain't no chill, bro, he going OD
We gon' spin through your block, beep, beep
shorter?
No nine-to-five, playin' with the blocks like it's Tetris
Pray to God I'm still alive, that's the biggest blessing
I done been through a lot
pills and I'm sellin' xannies
Police behind me, I'm actin'
Invest in this warrant, I got my army
God protect me from my enemies
Bought it for five and I
Ya ready know
Aye
Ralf pon the instrumental again yall
Bless up
Aye
Saya
Ya ready know when hear a song like this is a banger yo
Pull up inna di
somebody callin'
Uh huh, he yell my name ,Waz up?
we gon' be brawlin?
Hell yeah, let say we out
Uh huh, somin' go down, uh huh
five o around, oh oh, you
You know what I'm sayin', I know they doubted me
Counted me out, you know what I'm sayin'
Bossed up, real CEO though, read about it
Suicide
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
should she would transport blow overnight for a G.
He paid up front they layed up once.
She got pregnant she would dead it.
She had a boy, named her son
nothin' was missin'
It could blow up, no fingerprints, 'cause the fans and the media
Tried to dig through your past and try to prove that you're fake
Nigga get to steppin', what's the issue
Brand new four pound, gon blow it like a whistle
Five shots, man down, now his mom need a tissue
Ba Ba, ran
a jeep, deep with my posse
What's up, sister? yeah, it's mister
K-I-n-g tee, I brung a mixture
Of ruff rhymes, I drove by to shoot the pop rap
Cause you
you ain't gonna make it working no motherfuckin' nine to five
Nobody's coming to help, you gotta grind by yourself
So stack your money up and flip it up
Verse 1: T.U.R.K
Imma keep it 100 as a hundred can be
Lyrically, none of these dudes is as nicer than me
If Jay had 99 problems and could end up
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
Yeah mans in the whip I'm gliding
We flying like we up in Central
When your boy get on the beat
You know I'm banging that instrumental
And we play
a rotary
But something's missin' from the game, when I'm gone, oh it's me
I feel sorry for these rappers comin' up, what was me
I just took a hiatus
counting sheep
Awe you just woke up
Bitch go back to sleep
Nice guy gone, this by any means
Left it all up on the table just to see what they gone bring
and the catfish
Say my name five times, I'm showing up to your home
To your computer room and your blow up little mattress
In the big black whip
Let your bitch
Complaining
Man No Complaining
You know I’m tearing up
This instrumental
And when you hear it Your like
Man this thing is Monumental
You can’t ball to hard
If
keep a sniper handy
Great aim, Dicky V would say that he's a diaper dandy
By my looks, you would swear I had an ounce for sale
Big fish, sautéed
better than you by my side
Yeah then you give me hell for a smell, a high life on my breath
I say, come on, now you knew I'd be right here
I was up
could save this for next year
You got me twisted going crazy girl how did we get here
Its 5 am
And I've been drinking
(I been getting fucked up tried
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