Lyrics:
slide and get it crackin uh
I been stayin' down, layin' low, I just been stackin
Seem like gunshots and bullets flyin' around the city
They want me dead
to bring heat
Junebug with the eight ball crackin' for sho
We Bout to fall in the back studio and blow
[Tray-D]
Compound locked down foundation set
So keep
for transition
Don't talk too loud, you might find yourself missin
Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive
By any means, retreatin
Pssh, man, I need a lighter, man (right here)
Yeah, what's up, Slim? (What's crackin'?)
Hit this shit (Shit, I almost hit this motherfucker today)
and don't look to cute
So I parlay to the hard ways of jackin
Fast came to cash but the mash was crackin
I didn't I was the one to be
Kickin summary of sum
I'ma get it back now, uh
From the cage of the stage
They don't know the songs, can tell by the way that they rage, uh
I'm faced by the shade they
and crackin' dem nickles
I'm up on the block and I'm posted like Moses Malone
Fifty a pop, my numbers and fifty is on
I'm still in the spot where most
you, I love you
South beach smokin' out
With a lot of women, yeah it's goin' down
Any time I blow, know it's by the pound
I done got a cleaning lady in
I'm like hey (I'm like hey) by the way (By the way)
I been hearing things you know
Yeah, I know the shit you say
I'm like hey (I'm like hey) by
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
Of why we have to send out men to war
Let's impeach the president for spyin'
On citizens inside their own homes
Breaking every law in the country
By
you ever seen tatted wit regime
Thug Lord, wit the real hard core
Keepin it crackin once, prepared for war
Three of the downest nigga's you ever
Prode'je ]
Let's see if I can get it crackin for me
[ Prode'je ]
Can I roll with you?
[ Rhimeson ]
Nigga, what can I do
For you, now that it's really
far
Cause it's just another day in the life of a God damn boss
I don't make love baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let's get shit crackin
of the goddamn boss
I don't make love, baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let's get shit crackin
Always wear a (plastic), baby cause shit happens
She
home with a thug, let's get shit crackin'
Always wear plastic baby 'cause shit happens
She leaves the backseat just to freak in the magnum
Hopped out
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
I walked by
Like "Yeah, we about to have some fun here"
Her mouth ain't move but her body sayin come here
Want want want so I passed the key
And got
Wussuh, wussuh?
What's crackin' nigga? Chillin'
Where ya punk ass nigga at?
He in the trap, ya know
Oh yeah? Yeah, come through
Dat's what it is
a waste
Not a peer, near or far, get the fuck out my face
Not a killer by nature, maybe just on paper
Not a killer by nature, maybe just on paper
Not
through SC
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
If you see me in
Act like you crazy im crackin ya nut N***a pulled out a knife an I ain’t get a cut
N****s was hatin now im comin up I was sat in the back but I cut
morning with the bae
She in the way
I’m tryna get me some cake
50 pros inna day
They like no way
How he do it by the bank
Ouuuu, what’s crackin
Big ole chop
nigga we did we went and we got
We did it alone by ourselves
Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him
Know now for wealth
Stood our
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