Lyrics:
the 4-4
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Pray for me,
integers over took by a sinister
attitude smooth but my thoughts are actually brutal
ass kicking for cash missions yo status be crucial
fast thinking on 20's
bitch, come be my ho (ah)
All you bitches is weak, on the Bible (weak, on the Bible)
Talkin' shit for, I know I can find you
I can never be judged by
a cutie with thighs and you live for dinero
But, me and my team drop, shit overseas
Then bounce wit' the ounce that's thick and Japanese
I'm a goodfella,
the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your
on basic bitches
With designer attitudes
I see niggaz throwing deuces
I'm Just passing through
Come from the avenue
They can’t do what I do
Soon as hit
is hot now
Most my niggaz busy
Call my cro Bizzy
This life ain't easy
Free my lefty
Gully's comin
The street aint bumpin
For new guys stackin up
Double
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah... yeah..
Yo, yo
[Ghostface Killah]
Talk about it, if you live it, if not, don't even spit it
Fuck your niggaz
Say they name WooTang, 4-5 or Glock They both gon' ring, I don't post on Insta
No social, I come from the trenches now I live by the coastal
Say they
as a thug nigga, 'til the day I die
Live my life as a thug nigga) bitches ('cause even getting high
Every motherfucking body
I got busters hoes and police
you in a foreign
Right by my side when i'm touring
Balling like melo im scoring
All this lean that im pouring
For ya love yeah i’m falling
Put you in
the block
I lost a couple of friends cause some of them narks
I lost a couple of bitches cause some of them flopped
I lost a couple ends, but all my loose
this for my mama
Promise we never going down
All challenges we been facing
Feel like huddles
So the skip them cause they boring us
Had to cop me
and that’s jus to get high
And they don’t get away i jus let em get by
And i can’t pick a bitch i can never decide
And they gone fuck cause they digging my
bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin you bitch it's true
So much death in the Oakland streets
your heat when it blaze, better target something
Even my dick iced out, I be hard at fucking
Niggaz need to stop biting and try to market something
to my brother, may his soul rest
retaliation is a must fool (huh)
some niggas don't play by no fucking rules
in this game get so deep so we gotta ride
vouch for ya, lets go, nigga!
[Hook: Stat Quo] + (Obie Trice)
This is for my bitches and my dogs
Gettin' cheddar fuck the law
Stay on ya feet and never
strut)
Cause all them other bitches want to be you when you strut
Girl, I'm so proud to put my arm around your waist (strut)
I only live to keep a smile
(M.A.K)
Call em up mehn its going down,
Its no gist that i run the town,
Concrete how i lay it down
Fuck niggaz trynna steal my sound..
I drop tape on tape
to every nigga really live that drill shit the ones that know you say the wrong word niggaz come kill shit caught a Lbow for a body and he ain't feel shit
Nigga I'm the black giant puttin shit down
You niggas aren't familiar with my sound
I'm shockin motherfuckers like water and a live wire
Makin niggas feel
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
even try running out
'Cause the 44 mag will leave you're ass by another house
This is Jadakiss
I'm spraying everything I see in my radius
The kid
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