Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
a lil cash she want more
Get a lil cash she want more
Im in the south
By Mississipp
Pour this tris
I gotta sip
Aint get enough
Just bought a zip
Soda gone
with it?)
What it is, what it ain't
(What?)
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
clean, I swear
Can't every click duck crew
Do as we do
(I'm bout to starve) Me too
Let's get the seafood
(whistles)
All up in Red Lobster
Hey girl, you got
Old enough to do my own thang, got me again
Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid
Went and seen my homie Short Dawg to slide me a track
Went
Old enough to do my own thang, got me again
Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid
Went and seen my homie Short Dawg to slide me a track
Went
gangsta shit?
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E
So fresh, so clean, back with Stankonia, Dungeon
hard to hold on to the ground
Now I didn't come to run
And this is everything
And gravity lets you down
I get wild, wizing up
I just can't let go
I get
(INTRO)
SPEAK WHAT YOU SEEK
AND YOU'LL SEE WHAT YOU SAID
GET WHAT YOU FOCUS ON
FOCUS ON BREAD
FOCUS ON LOVE
AND FOCUS ON TRUTH
SOMEHOW I CAN'T
Ain't looking for no more friends, I got enough buddies
A thousand attempts with thirty cents to their name
I got enough pine but I can't find the flame
lemme see you get low
Freak that nigga till your shit get sore
Bounce that ass up and down to the floor
Shake that shit till you can't no more
Twerk
about what we share. the physics can't be done by
number, and they be watching, and they give awards, and
one by one we got to live on that,
day
Can't get enough that day
I'm thinking of that day
Picked me out a rose, stands by her man
She wants to party, she loves to dance
Won't raise me
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed
next to me
She like to drop it low, then she bring it up slow
She gets the best of me
She gets the best of me
We goin down south
(Down south!)
Down south
South Brooklyn boys don't fuck around, it's no joke (Nah)
I said you'll fuck around, you'll fuck around, you'll fuck around and get smoked (Whoa Whoa)
South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
Breaching the results, gotta get enough, bad crop
Seed torn stealthily and toxic as I can perceive
Siege
trying to run
But I can’t get enough
I can't get out
Get out
I need to get out
Get out
I can't get out
Get out
I need to get out
Get out
You keep calling
creep where you sleep
Go to mass and you get shot
By a little freak
Yo talk is cheap
Guns for funds
Ya can’t stop whats inside my lungs
In Aztlan we be
up
Break me down
I’m packin’ up
I’ve had enough
Headed south with the north wind
Headed south with the north wind
Thoughts so cold can’t even feel my
It's starting to feel like I'm 900 degreez
I work my way up to a couple of keys
Make so much money
I can't get enough of this get money bitch
She not
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
than that
Get a gat if you ain't got one already
If you do, then you ain't got enough, get two
And you could never get me, nigga, get you
And you
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