Lyrics:
look at the tag 4 real
Got these niggaz mad 4 real
And my bitch bad 4 real
And she getting half 4 real
To riches from rags 4 real
Got it all from da trap
Know you niggas ain't built for this
I done got these bitches interested
Niggas talk but they ain't killing shit
Checking niggas like a stimulus
don't want nothin
And I don't kick it with these bitches who always want somethin
I'm my own man, own plan, been that way
Lost my father, shit got harder
Aiyyo this is Mad Duke callin from Da Bricks
I'm on the block with Uncle Quilly and Leroy Sweetdick
Gettin my smoke on for you onionhead
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
Man, life is so hard
Hanging in my homie garage while other niggaz
doing killing for a living in the city of stars
I got a lick but I ain't got caught
1. U may not like me but this how the game goes
2. I'm running my bands up and fuckin a lot of hoes
3. These niggaz they copy flows these niggaz
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
[R.E.U.]
Maaaaaaan what you know about a cat like are?
A dime piece nigga chicks catfight for
My gat strike war begin on the blocks
And got words
learning not to take it personal
Forgive 'em for those games that I had, and nobody showed
Niggaz left, bitches came and went
At the time, couldn't offer
safe I keep a tre eight on
My left smoke a L for stress countin dirt bag lex I be da X like malcom puff
For now dunn east side represent wit tons of guns
while Heavy D sticks to ya
a new type of tune'n, risin, boomin
When I need a cut I see Scott, for proper groomin
I'ma go on and flow on and turn my
Sometimes my bitch be acting crazy thinking I'm just gonna sit by
And let her disrespect me sayin that she doesn't wanna live by
The rules I laid out for her
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
affection tho
My love life nah
It ain't been the best I know
She ain't gon like that
But me
I don't just write raps
I speak what I live
Personally I just like
be on my membrane
While I'm cruising thru the westbank
So many memories on this side
Used to beat everybody
In madden and live
I wish my niggaz was
rock wit me put 30 inna zip
You got my bread make it hot for me put 30 inna clip
I got real niggaz thay rock wit me we spazzing off the rip
heat
In the streets
Where we live and die for beef
In the streets
Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets
In the streets
By any means we gon'
smoking on my weed
I be smoking on my weed
It's a vibe
Got dee bitches by the stove
Cookin up
We be trappin by the pot
Got two bitches
Got four bricks
seepin', retreatin', deletin'
Did ya feel em give my niggaz the fist and,
Keep the pistol gripped
Now whistle if you need me and quick I'm there for
Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom ansom
Like the ghost in a haunted house, I'll forever live in a mansion
Bitches, snitches
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
two y'all
It's the beat, that make it one and two y'all
It's the beat, that makes me want to ?
Peace to my niggaz
Peace to my mens
Like that, one two
Records, band outta Texas
Real niggaz eatin MC's for breakfast
Relentless, when they hand me tha steal
Get your family killed, like amid-divil
The ink in my
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