Lyrics:
[Ingrid Smalls]
Na na na.
Oh, oh, oh, no no no
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah
I done been in this game for years, it made me an animal
I learned that
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
all he does all day is bone bone bone her
Partner named Lex, get big respect
Drivin in his black 300 Z-X
Week after next, when Lex his get check
Children grow and women producing
Men go working
Some go stealing
Everyone's got to make a living
L O X
J. Lo
We off the block this year
Ahmaud Arbery
Was jogging then was shot
After being chased by two white men
In a pick up truck
In the state of Georgia
An open-carry state
He looked
the lines
Comes by every forty years or so
Since more than two hundred years ago
They feast upon the sins and fears of men
Promise you just what you want
some Cartoons
Than headed straight outside
We was told to be back before we saw the street lights
'Cause by 10 O'Clock, they was out there bussin' wit'
your sockets
Watch out for me
At any o'clock
I'm comin' for you
Got the loaded glock
Got no women 'round me
That's bound to change
Too bad this was
another album dropping
In about 6 months
They can't do nothing
But love X ha
And it bring me joy
Day by day
When I'm not at a show
Checks still on the way
songs, I'm brought back to when we were little kids listening to Christmas music together. This song has just celebrated its 10th birthday this year. And I
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
History looks back
A lot of people who shook the earth
Who's at the top of the stack
A penny-less man, peculiar birth
Crazy thing is
We're looking
that bun that man
Give him 50 triggers
10 years old in the house
Doing push-ups bumping 50 nigga
Shaped the mindset
I could never be like these other
and ten from the Washington 28-yard line, play action fake, Sampson remains in the pocket, Lindstrom breaks through the O-Line, Sampsons got nowhere to go,
The doctor came back and said, "We're gon' release him"
That's the same thing in my first deal the label head said
Same as the judge after 365 days in jail
was thinking of dipping restriction and
I wanted to drop out and work my shifts in this curriculum
By the end of Year 10, all I needed was the simple
Flawless Victory
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
I’m helping you committing suicide I’ll be
R.I.P. Ty-Ro may he rest in peace
He died 9 years ago when his album released
I'm not sure anybody heard it when it hit the streets
It had a cute
Faithfully as G-O-D watchin over we
Created we so I satnd in my God Body
Hardly moved by those crews that try to charge me falsely
It won't be the first time
Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp name is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic
dripping with
Russ just said "gimme a minute"
In an year we hitting different
Even then we still gone kill it
Ha
What you think am joking bro
Way that av
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
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