Lyrics:
try to get it right
Dre promised me records, I never got 'em
That's why I had nightmares that a nigga shot him
For all my albums missed records
Felt he
sucker
Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes watchin' the news
Do my album when I'm ready, tell my label to Sue
If I got it I'ma get 'em, it's
niggaz bring the shook up out the crook type
Special deliver Son it shines through your act bigger
My Infamous Mobb get on they job
The truth gets
hustlers turn to hunters
Or go from city to the league and go play for the Thunder
Don't put yo trust into no bitch, invest it in them numbers
When I get
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
get it to them cheap (they shopping)
I done sold a couple bags its only been a week
Busting down everything (bust down) selling by the G (the g)
My
Oooooooo life of a professional get it at cha
Life of a professional
Progressional sessional
Transcribed into scripture possessional
The Ancient
the glitch
To know this game rigged
Its the same shit
Over and over again
It get colder but know you can win
Staying focused holding the pen
Exposing foes
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
told me
Never to let anybody in the way where I try to get
It was me and D.R. freakin' with the funk
Jerry in the jail, I had a system in the trunk
tipsy throw your fist up!
If you got diamonds and they shining throw your wrist up!
[Ludacris]
Hey hey
It's Luda Luda get it right I'm Mr. Money
ain't)
Think you get it crunk like me but you can't
Now, now, now
Now every record that I make, I'm tryna get up out the store, man
Every car I
to get hip with it
They still judging my song by the platform used to distribute it (Yeah)
Have I surpassed the status of a YouTube rapper, or set the bar?
or the
Legs of a hoochie
And that's off top like a toupee, I'm 2Pac
Coming back for doomsday, spitting at cops
Go and cop my album
Get high to it, pop some
attached to no fools
Treasure the life you have and within it you'll find jewels
Life's a game but I refuse to play by the worlds rule
They're like
Where did
even called me by my name
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country & western song
I
even called me by my name
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country & western song
I
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
time you see Short baby, you get down.
'Cause the raps I make are the raps you like.
The way Sir Too Short rocks the mic.
It's a one of a kind,
by the week
Hungry as fuck with the craving just to eat
Buckle up that seat belt Dorothy yeah it's time to take a seat
And if you give me headaches
fake it,to make it
If my album went gold I'd still be the greatest
Back in the days I would get caught for trulency
But now I'm puttin' money back in
my message
The message, oh those messages
I'd give anything back just to be with you
By now you should have gotten my message
Did it get to you, get
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