Lyrics:
straight
Burnouts in a closed space
Still blow the O's, but it's no vape
Homie album like a mixtape
Now he follow orders that I dictate
Chances are you gon'
like I'm crushed by tons of lead
I'll say a prayer cut my last bread
Because today my story changed it's course a new path it has led
Me to a place I
Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school
blow a pop of fatty or
Or is it for
Chevy losing his grandpa
ANd that pain you can't plan for
What is it
If you need I'll give a hand for
By a, by
a time that go by when I won't drunk
I wanna come back to basics and just play around with trust
I would drop a album every five seconds if I had none
I
off
You're in trouble 'cause I'm back
Best in the game and that's just a fact
How the fuck you gon' make it through the whole album
If I'm this
the new owner of these fuckin streets
Go by da name of Plies have you heard of me?
[Verse 1:]
Kept it muthafuckin gutta from day one
Right now homie
Fast
I often think about the fight of the Black Man,
Told by the world he can't think like others can
Eat and drink where others can, shackled by his
down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy,
a threat that's growin with ya, step from the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse me with
I taught her
I flow by the mountain stream niggas is tap water
About to raincheck your style put your flow on back order
Break backs like Atwater
feat. Animal, Trav
I'm a hustler, not by choice (1x)
[AZ]
I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hell
Bigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my
a very thin wire
Walk the tight rope yes I dare you
I'll put you in a tight choke
Tight like a slave hanging from a rope
Our relationship revoked
I don't
tight
Ain't no text when I'm alone off the deep end
They don't know I pour that drink every weekend
Got one friend that still smoke
Got one friend that
hips
Shake they rumps, bass thump
Believin they could fly by the way you jump, player, uhh
Hip-Hop mayor, fat rhyme sayer
From the Boogie Down
1 yeah
This album is dedicated to all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I
niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate
Fuck them, 'cause all them hoes
of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's stats
Wearing tuxedos to hide they tight speedo
Chains is tucked in, I'm incognito
Fuck with your ego, and touch your
umbilical cord
Warlord of rap that'll bash you with
A 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward droppin'
[Chorus: PSC]
What would you do if we put it all together
In the form of living legends
On an album all together?
Would you buy it? Would you try
(My pants are tight)
There's a price on their hearts you can't fail to afford.
Drink to the bitch and we'll dance for a while
If you can't do
joint right here?
How many people recognize this song?
This shit right here is called "You Got Me", ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called
[Nas]
The Firm, Trackmasters, Escobar, Allure Keep it raw!
A-yo the bridge keep rockin
we comin through bottles popin
Allure when your album
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