Lyrics:
that bitch to heaven gates
Who's that broke bitch talkin'?
Why's that broke bitch talkin'?
Bitch you're talkin' a lot, you're killing my vibe
If I pull
- she whooped that backside, tan my hide, got a raw deal - down an out by the age of eleven, wait no, think it was seven - took my first bottle, head
Yeah Yeah
It's that wolf shit no bullshit nigga
For all the niggas that gotta face time
Free the guys
And all my niggas that lost they lives
Rest In
Vibe Get a Good High.
Workin cll the time & Im barely gettin by.
Workin cll the time & im barely gettin by.
Ima Hustla I dont wanna live an cverage life.
here 4 all my Gs
This goes out to my Queens
Let me apologize in advance for anything
That was taken outta content
Cause the nation ain't nonsense
We were
high thrones are for kings
Frankly, none of you begin on that level
Talking like I'm God, but inside me I'm that Devil
Lyrics are my weapons, I be
toys
Throw it up on the eastside with Pastor troys
Listen to me catch the voice
Champ told me step up
Black told me your pen kill
World try to handcuff
don't know
Land of the Hustlas, where the paper flow
Ricky Bobby fast, Shake and Bake for the dough
See me in a Cadillac getting low
Gleaming chrome with
and it pours, mothafuckas head for the door
Livin life by the gun so I can't die by the sword
Keep talkin wild fam and ima flatten you and your mans
Bound
but they can't touch the boy
I'm Brandon Roy
With the last shot hits like my name was Troy
Polamalu or Troy Bolton this here a musical
Back in high
Them Ferraris doin' doughnuts on the corner
I went for mine, nickels, dimes, choppers, .9s, .45s
Went to prison, did my time, got back out and still I
believe in me
Seen by appointment
Speak by confession
Bow at my feet as you know
It's a blessing
That's a big boy
Nigga I'm a big boy
Learned it from my
How long can I stare at my Notepad
Till words and rhyme schemes Appear
Cause I've been at it for a while Now
Instrumental after instrumental And
It's
The Black Book making the planets twirl
Gotta mention Pastor Troy We Ready I Declare War
Man that Mac Shell Shocked lyrically kickin' force
David Banner
Here to believe that I get brave, and all on my way
In a daze, me puff puff on my reef
Got a blunt for the thugs and hustlas
Ain't no bustas in the Mo
when i kick it
Moonrocks when i bun it
Grind hard for my stomach
Shoot shit like im Mullin
You know i party at Vegas about a stack for me stuntin'
I know
[Chorus]
It's bout to go down (15x)
[Pastor Troy]
Yeah
Ay yo, this ya boy PT baby
Ay y'all man it's 2004 man, it's the new year, y'all know what
bag?
In your car, and we popped the steering wheel
And left it up by six flags (hit man)
My whole family full of ?hetland? hustlas
Now tell your
rule us
But we don't need dem rulers
All we need is hustlas and gangstas to have honor
Fathers make a better way for sons and daughters
We nuh need dem
Only in the club cuz u came for a check/in ya bitch house only came for the neck/do my on shyt I don’t rep fo a set/doin foul shyt get approached wit
heavy metal
Smellin' like pedals from a rose, so they hoes
My bread's buildin', bagels and legos
When I rose, they froze
Trust me for them pesos I'm
clap, we got dope in
My nigga Snoop got some hoes in
Uhhh, Uhhh,
Seen her for some black sauce in gripping secret
Can't wait till we get them butt
I'm for to preach it Pledge allegiance
I Go speak up on it
I'm for to teach it Live for Jesus
How we post up on it
God raising up a remnant
That's
of joy
Shouts my nigga boo bizy and my nigga troy
I'm bout to go fishing, bring me a scale
Ahoy ladies rub your tit's if you
Fuck with a dope boy!
Hands
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