Lyrics:
10Dee don't play
And I wanna make M's by the way that I spray
Tell a man N O if they wanna play games
How you gonna live if you don't make P's
Get out
"Gangster Rap has become incredibly popular and profitable
By selling lyrics about black-on-black violence"
"It's not actually a form of music"
hustled slangin' slabs at night
That got my mama addicted to crack and pipe
Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck
it out by the time that I'm 30
Had a dream I was in room 29, that sh** was great
With two different women, meaning 2 got ate (8)
One was 27, the other
Look Alive
Everything don't make the news Fox5
Every other day im hearing another nigga died
That's crazy cause ain even talking bout Worldwide
That
out to Japan
She made up her mind couldn't tell by the glance
Face backlit with cell phone glare
Trying to avoid the hot seat
Playing musical chairs
I
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
screamin "Real boy you needs to chill"
But she don't understand I gots to play my bill
My girl works a job that pays 5 a fuckin hour
We needed more
Solo send a beat
Know that it’s crankin
Mary Jane the only bitch that I want stankin
I’m goin crazy like what he be thinkin
No goin out sad
Niggas poor
four, five, six police show up and act weird
Then all of them take off except a short chubby guy named Tubbs
I would later find out that Tubbs' son
Written by Adedamola Adeniji & Dorcas Odutola
You can't the scam the scammer
You wan use me like James and Kamal
Bem who born their mama
Them wan
cool with the tactics
Military straps while her back on the mattress
I never really bagged chicks, but I know had hits
Dropped 5 albums, they all been
old, have 5 album
I will make more music and more albums in the future(Yeah)
Oop on me, but hurt it(Wa)
They can't stop play dick, keep from orgasm(Oh)
and the advice
Drunk, walkin' out in traffic just to fly kites
Time out, the free style rhyme out, my last rights
Fuck a classic album, give my life 5 mics
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
know what im saying?
Look, we about to go I 255, [yeah]straight up to Memphis.
[ya show]See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we
need somebody (Yay)
Everybody wants a Richard millie plain
Everybody wants a classic plain Jane
Everybody wants to bust down a face
Everybody wants
don’t matter who you are
Lo mas frio es me-me duh
T’d up you should know me
Though I don’t really wanna know you
I don’t give a fuck like a V card
Do
Romeo was bleeding by the record machine
Mary she was asking me
How do you really feel
I said fine sipping wine
Jane was in the living room eyeing
pitchers
Losing all my riches as she's pulling down my britches
Stitches in my eye, cuz her man was standing by
Picture 6'5 and the smell of Bulleit Rye
Good
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
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
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