Lyrics:
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
We know something you don't know
And if we don't share then we don't grow
Unibomb will set the whole world on fire
[Chali 2na]
We make you feel
yeah daddy
This shit good
Ooo, this shit so good
Them other niggas don't do it like you (You heard me)
Them other niggas don't do it like you
You got
a lot
Nigga you a hot shot
Nigga you a hot shot
Okay Okay
Who the fuck gon mess with me?
No one?
Okay
Final lap
Going fast
Turn the game to body bags
the streets are white with snow
It's a hard road, it's a hard road daddy-o
Up in the morning, up in the morning
Out on the job
Well you've got me searching
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
the police, 'cause motherfuckin' crime pays
Peace to them hoes that suck dick
If you don't, go get hit by a truck, bitch!
I kicks the raw shit, not
don't give a fuck, bout the things you accomplish
I live in Texas, where we got snakes by the dozens
Truth be told, I only like three of my cousins.
Momma
was my idle (yea)
So what you want to do nigga
My knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallways
I got mad props, for killin cops
daddy, she probably got dad issues
You should be a better father
Damn, zooming in a go-kart
Love lean, but I really hate pop
Love pop, but I really love
like a baton
The o p p don't want no d o t
Right in his back
If you reppin your hood
Throw it up
Got the 9 and the blickz
You know it's tucked
Let it
head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a nigga
head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a n****
should I rush this hoe?
But you know - damn, little did I know
She was my best friend's sister's cousin auntie mother niece
Up on my daddy's side, I
people them dide o
Take your hustle personal
Make owu no go check you na
The hustle take me international
Me I'm on point like a decimal
Eko
My life dey
We no fit to fight o my Bae bea Ti Bae Bea
Na me and you forever oh Bae bea Ti Bae Bea
You’re my queen by my side you belong oh
You be my queen
Oh, don't make me wait, I need you honey.
Tell your daddy "don't fret" and don't ask for money 'cause tonight's on me.
I'll make you feel secure.
sure I have you home by 2
I wanna rock and roll with you
I see your ruby red lips with your hair in a bun and your hips don't lie, you're killing me
died in me
You don't don't have to call
Or hang there by the phone, darling
You say you uninvolved
You say that I'm a dog, I am
If reassurance what you
hold me down so I ain't got time for no side hoes
She hold it down and won't say shit to the 5-0
Blow it down like every week we smokin' 5 O's
If
do around here
[ Sean Price ]
I know, you don't like me, I don't like you
You want to fight me? Well fuck it, let's fight, duke
I'm 1/5th of the Fab,
Daddy won't be around
Your friends will be whistling and telling jokes
As they're lowering you into the ground
Row me up some whiskey-o
I'll tell you
chips
I keep me a steak, a pistol, a grip four 5th
Cuz I'd rather be judged by 12 then to be carried by 6
Don't wanna be carried by 6
Rather be judged by
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