Lyrics:
You in danger at 16 with the beam
One in the chamber aimed at that 0 7
Got the chopper close by
Head bussa from the Bronx
Rep my city every night
Yeah
Yeah
Just like bums, we used to stay
In the slums of LA, by the way
Gang-bangers killin' each other for reps
Sellin' rock cocaine on my
DJ Khaled
I'll pick you up in my ride
Make sure you waitin' outside when I pull up
I told my niggas I can't slide (No, no)
Just to be right by
and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights,
While I'm in the streets tryin to ball
I know its hard to take all I've done
So order you a shot hun that 1-5-1
Kickin back chillin by candlelight
While I'm in the streets tryin to ball
I know its hard to take all I've done
So order you a shot hun that 1-5-1
Kickin back chillin by candlelight
up to her quick
Lemme tell something shawty
Ion mind being yo Clyde
If you gone ride like Bonnie
If not I'll holla back like Gwen Stefani
I'm tryna
a fuck
Cause I know I'm the best
Patty comin in with the best beats from the west
Ask me how I get by
I don't touch or molest
Now enough of that talk
Lemme
self
I remember, oh
I remember the time, insane Milan
And she run the tide, day in day out
Lay around, she ride
Real rush, she rub
Real, good uh
Earth
Jordan
By 23 started I living like a juggernaut
By 45 I'll be getting royal top in Camelot
I'm no DJ Unk but I could damn sure walk it out
You gone face
flavors in the middle
Sit back and chittle as I stand and still rebuild on skills
The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit
Will be
bein' smart (oh)
If I do go back in time from buyin' pills, I'll buy a bar (oh)
I remember callin' shorty phone, I told 'em, "They killed Dark" (oh)
payin' your dues
You can't kick back and let your bankroll stack
You'll be stuck on stupid, for smokin' a friend
Ten years from now you'll still be in
she said somethin' about the cost (say what?)
Man, that same bus stop
Is where I dropped that bitch back the fuck off
You can't ride my bird (you
thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin
Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen
Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in
both flights, go back to back
Now they in Berlin
Get that coke on the pack
And blend the heroine
Gucci, bullet, blemmin' it up
And then we pressin'
[Royce Da 5'9"]
DJ's and MC's
Comin up next is the incredible
We takin it back to the beats and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES...
5-9 is BACK, about to make
This shit is dark, I got no heart
Nothing in my chest and I feel no spark
I must confess, that bitch gone die
If she take that ride come get in my
And a drum gettin busy
You hear that
BOOM BAP
Feel it
Move back
Smell the fumes
CRACK!
Dope fiends in a line
For caffeine
Cocaine
Codeine
COBAIN
Cold brew
No
the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
And a drum gettin busy
You hear that
BOOM BAP
Feel it
Move back
Smell the fumes
CRACK!
Dope fiends in a line
For caffeine
Cocaine
back
And I'm ridin' through your neighborhood dippin' in my Cadillac
I'm selling this shit, I ain't telling this shit
I'm a motherfucking two-time
We the Best Music (yeah)
Another one (see what can happen when we all get together?)
DJ Khaled (yeah)
I swear this is my year (yeah)
I like
It's aM.Ess
Yuh... Aye
Equipped with my G-Shock and crystals
Seasick and rocked from hits by the fistful
Opted out of cocaine, blocks, and pistols
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
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