Lyrics:
Yeah we run shit
Y'dig men and the boys
We back to back with this shit
Man doing donuts in the trap house
Doing donuts in the Cat
Who you think you
separate ways just know it's all love
We a generation of some lost souls
We might never meet up at the crossroads
There's afterlife and after death it's
needin a sun tan
I be the one man here sippin Guinness and beer
As the whole hemisphere sittin quakin in fear
don't near to this kid quickly you
they dudes
I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know
More money, more cash, more hoes
Biatch
[Chorus: 2x]
More money, more cash, more hoes
cash, more
Hoes (what, what, what)
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
No need to dress warm, I
Brought plenty of heat
Y'all can't do nothing with this here
to shoot to get the loot
Then I guess you got to do what you gotta do
But know this, fa sho this, its somethin for realler
From a fifty cent nigga
Problem here, let them niggas go, followed by a buck buck
So forget what you sayin nigga fuck you and fuck who you with
You shoulda know
You split and separate drums like asteroids
The concerned producer sampled this question
Hit him with the beat for the answer, with extra compression
Young nigga getting money and
That's real shit and this really shit just
Happen nigga real quick
Man goddamn nigga I know I come yet
Ya girl say "goddamn
grieves
(Havoc)
Two in the neck
Yes you will, if you not feelin me yet
Outta respect
Can't stand it man, you niggas is set
Sweatin hard ain't do
Y'all already know where we at this is Suave House, it's like my house,
an if you ain't down with the an No Limit, then ride out,
Y'all hypin' died
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
body All
You gotta do H breakdown DNA
Now everyone's familiar with a cell is right?
We all know the human body
Was processed from this cell, sperm cell
Playin with the pot huh
Playin with the pot huh
Aye
I can’t help it baby girl
Do this sh*t with ease
Took a trip and I came
Back with the P’s
face but she facety life's bitter sweet
018 linked about thousand cats by the Sea
I know I change why she don't like the newer me
And all this pain man
And
crack mothers on floor for scores
Offering them man to get battery
....you can get risidule p
If you work intel and not on the streets
But what do I know
her a thousand
Like bitch whatcha know?
Climbing these mountains
Building these fountains
Flowers surrounding
Buying her mansions
Man, how did I do all
Yeah, I just took a bitch off land
All on that land, know what I'm saying?
Tell 'em watch the A.P. dance
Nah, I ain't nun' like your man
I don't
through|But behold, and hold on to your sanity|You don't even know what you're into, do you?|This is life on the other side|You try to run, but you cannot
shouted my name
Thousands have crowded around me
Bound by the flow that I bring
So let's set this record straight
Time to set the record straight
You
the mic cord, and several thousand people just bored
Being dope live is like being insured for life
You always get called back twice, you are
H, I, P
the mic cord, and several thousand people just bored
Being dope live is like being insured for life
You always get called back twice, you are
H, I, P
you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD, 'cause it's never enough
Yo, the P rock forty inch cables,
wear that glizzy like it's fashion
A bitch know not to treat me like I'm average
Don't take this bag if it's too much for you to manage
Only joke
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