Lyrics:
[Lil Rob]
These fuckin' vatos homeboy
Just don't know when to shut the fuck up
ey I mean, they cry like little fuckin' girls and shit, you know?
It's
Feeling like a shooting guard
Stop me, small but I'm cocky
2 40s give a sucka 80 like Shockey
Pull up in the hood 4 door Mazeradi
Jewels on flashy like
around, but they in the red
Tone got Heroine bricks and P's around and play with the meds, ay (let's get it)
Family reunion Tone surrounded by rich,
trust
If ya bands is up
A man in some hand-me downs will
Be like "Hands is up" ante up
If I don't win then my family fucked
And I was told
"Don't hold ya
nigga, you in rental
Just scrapping by, Like teeth on utensils
You copy paste niggas, Treat my flow like a stencil
Instead of picking up a pad
Airing out
Y'all
Only niggas tryna spend in my call log
Neighborhood on my back
Now watch me haul y'all
Hoodrich I'm to the cross
9 Milli singing Diana Ross
Sold
your neighborhood
We be counting blues Rest in peace to neighborhood
I looked up to Nip yea I got that hustle in me
I break down the quarter yea I got
He ain’t have enought right
I got a mac with a fan in
He say he the plug, who yo man is?
We tried to rob the plug, we just planning
XanMan brought
[Baby]
Baller Blockin'
Nigga I don't give a fuck
When it's on, it's on
We got Baby, Lac and Stone
In this bitch
I'm a neighborhood superstar
out (crabs)
I know some killers got life on a break out
I had to sack up the bud, take the shake out
We ain't had no goal in the hood, brought
The spirit up, and ain't shining, ya!
Biggie small, big Al and big
That's everything that you like in your lyrics
My flow is the result to the crack epidemic
up on dat net
Until he up next (Until he up next)
Counting up ones pussy nigga get yo funds up (Get yo funds up)
Posted in da dubs wit lil jerry
Tryna
a four
I shoot at the stars, strike a pose (grrah)
I walked in this bitch with a coat
Yeah, yeah, I want the fetti
Die by Lil Keed, yeah, I'm thug
catch a body and talk to God
My role model brought my head up at thirteen, 50 Cent taught me how to rob
And then my mom moved me to Florida to finish
get that ice then i'm fighting back with fires
Turkey in the straw to the philadelphia flyers
We'll be going on up until the healthy retires
I like
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
With double ? I got a ? in the garage
And ready to mob, so get the fuck up out of Dodge
Before I trip, and slap yo' ass with this new grip
One slip
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
from Osama Bin Laden
Lil' nigga he signed this shit (straight up)
I'm 4L Gang, if you reach for my chain
Then a nigga gon' die in this bitch (on God)
and only Rob Coleoni
Played my part in the hood I deserve a Tony
Keep it all the way real I ain't never phony
Brody packing a tool he ain't never lonely So
Thunder, this shit really hittin'
Can't get caught up in no situation, Vic had brought his glizzy
State-to-state, to-state-to-state-to-state
It ain't on me,
on the phone
What's up John, where the green, and I ain't gon' ask you twice
Bring it over by yourself, or I'll take your momma's life
In the life
fundraising in the rich neighborhoods
Making a small percentage of what they get paid it's good
Rob the rich
Time for soldiering up military tactics
Play your
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