Lyrics:
easy yeah
ABC 123 now let's all gon' wake up on the count of 3
1, 2, 3 (uh huh)
just to live and not to do shit
Useless
Not a beaten path but I'm cruising
Feel it the music
My 2 cents
Finally got some people to tune it
I grew with
My
it's Wrong Turn Three cuz these bars are cannibals
Yall aint ready, and I could tell by yo expression
Im up and they lower than prices during the Great
talk to me the same, I'm not the same nigga
You probably by yourself looking at old pictures
I move swifter than a New York minute
But I'm from Chicago
They give you a CAT scan
Extortion by the boat load
Make em start to tap dance
Like I'm from Chicago this might be my last chance
Soil, I done grown yo
Yeah
Look
I’m still
Heavily grounded in my 720’s
I’m thanking God for my life
And my 4 amazing ladies
Yea that's my mama, my shawty and my 2 sisters
mack that
Need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life
Watch ya daddy get rich
Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C,
Punch a dude up in his face if he has some female tendencies
Just believe me, it's so easy like I say my ABC's
No two piece chicken wing, I just hit
(Blicky to blicky to blicky to blicky)
Sellin' packs by the laundromat (laundromat)
Once I get up out the hood, I ain't comin' back (never)
But I
want, and buy leaf's by the sleeve
I'm outta reach, you outta touch, if I ain't top three
I'm not two
I'm not you, and I am not three
Nigga say that he
Open the door
Is there anybody home?
The Doors Of Perception – Pt.2.
A door in the dark
Should I knock or stay outside?
‘Cause what’s there, so
swear, man (ah)
Lately I been fucking bitches by the two's (two's)
Getting millions by the two's (two's)
Black gulley, black seats, hop out in Chicago
Yo
Speed fast like a WaveRace Rider
Bad at life like a two-legged spider
Your boyfriend looks like he hangs out on Grinder
While I'm out living
get paid, speak how I feel
I wake up, murder, death, kill
Stop me by the ATM
I'm about to withdraw five thousand
Little nigga never seen five thousand
above you
And if a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky
One thing isn't very clear, my
something, you know what I'm on
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
I get a hundred-fifty thou' to make the crowd go (Ho!)
I might fly by you in that Diablo (Hey!)
I
(Chorus)
ONE, TWO, you know what to do
ONE, TWO, you know what to do
SOUND OFF, all my hoes in this muthafucker
SOUND OFF, all my niggas in
(Grew from the concrete, in the city of Chicago, feel this)
2pac in my ear plugs, looking in the mirror, with a
Smile on my face, I'm the child
a good start then I got on E
Me and my brother a pod with two peas
Niggas is smoking up all of the green
Hustle it up this shit by any means
Do not care
a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky
One thing isn't very clear my love
Teachers shouldn't stand
you
And if a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write, "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky
One thing isn't very clear, my love
this way (This way) this is the sequal
Prolly party by myself because I don't fuck with people
Marijuana with the pills, euphorical cerebral
I do it all
(Power of the people you say)
It's raw and keepin' you on the floor
Its soul and keepin' you in control
It's pt. 2 'cause I'm
Pumpin' what you're
not for me I brought her for the team
Caught me fuckin' his hoe but is not what it seemed
She choked on that D she can't say ABC's
Collateral damage she
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