Lyrics:
Shouts to the gang
Shouts out to my old hoes
See i usely be with a gang of niggaz
But today ima do it by myself
I count it all by myself
I can hit
get naked
I don't really wanna fuck with no Katelyn's
With no basics
But back to these muthafuckin' Franklins
On Jenga I stack that (I stack)
Flintstone
at night
So ima freak you right, you don't treat me right
You get a peace, goodbye
Know ima catch a side eye while you creeping by
I have no need to buy what
When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood
Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast
Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body
I'm a dawg, I slide in your DMs, send a couple eyes
I ain't really sendin' no hearts though (on God)
Hit it from the back one one time then call
[Ja Rule]
Uh, uh, yeah
We back up in this motherfucker
Murder Inc
Ha ha
I go by the name of the Rule
You know
Got my nigga Chink Santana in
Juggin' and finessin' we hear that on every verse
Watch me hit your jugular and
Put yo career in a hearse
I heard yo last album homie
Bet those
Down back, by the end I say, ?Don't get contrary?
'Cause baby, I'm very highly motivated
I'm trying to do that play and ownership thing like Isiah did
fives are skillet yeah the skies no limit
She said she's gonna see what I'm on
I said shawty my eyes are different
I'm tryna hop in the DM's she's with
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
I know I'm over my head
Knees back arms crossed undressed unsaid
Of places too far to bleed
Onto pages of lucid tragic words I'm writing to gaze
couldn't catch me with the naked eye
I never wouldn't try your just getting high its
Up to you with drugs your just gonna die
You literally celebrate
So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel
Briusin' niggas, confusin' niggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens
Hit you with
, I do anything to help my dawg
Try to relax, I hit you back, let me make some calls
For situations like this,
I keep a safe full of money with 100
I'm the realest nigga, I know
I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow
I just hit the fuckin'
whole album
I don't need to no one to cope for that
When you know that I'm the baddest like what up
I'm just sittin' on back
Watchin' this game fall
and got the gun and came back to her
Loaded it up and handed the gat to her
I grabbed her hand and placed the gun to my eye muscle
She screamed stop
statement's wit
& I'm concentrating on making hits
& I'm fittin' em line by line
Teeth I grit & I'm tryin to find the perfect rhyme scheme
I'm dreamin'
start at 10 and it's sold out by 11
Rappers blow up, go and debut they whole album on Ellen
But not me I do it for the, do it for the streets
I do it
stands out
Lets hit the beach and camp out
I am grateful, you put me here
You brought me here (You brought me here)
Milli
If my eyes can see my mouth can
on my neck and back (shit)
Now listen, baby doll, we oughta hit the sack
The original, Young Aboriginal (ohoo)
Continued evolution of an individual,
your lover
I'm getting the backend don't stay at no Weston
Drizzy inspired can't go back for the negatives
I look like I'm puff by the way that I'm
Tryin' to make it, but never ever will
But never ever will because niggas is like, we out here naked
Always by ourself, though
Hit the blunt so I can get
But sure I would see you later
Ratchet music had us in a trance
Dancing on everybody huh
But I couldn't dance
Knew you lived alone
By the time I hit ya
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