Lyrics:
high
Gettin by
Livin' life
Like if you won't ever
Die Da da
It's only today
Tomorrows too late
We all on our way
To the star dust
From dust we all came
do cuz God got me
Trippin' off who!?, nobody
Know "Men Lie, Women Lie"
That's big facts, word to Yo Gotti
Tryna leave behind a legacy and get Ricch
Yea.....that's right
Hardy Boys shit...uh huh
Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga
Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, Yea
Yo, yo he got his
a housewife
When you know everybody know you a body
Got me a pistol, I got me a shotty
I be posted up in the yo like Gotti
How you gon' send a nigga like me
this faggot nigga downtown
At the W Hotel he from the Bronx queens
Don’t let him fool y’all he’s a
Faggot from the Bronx he comes over there
To try
nawf
People run and tellin’ the police
Bout everything they saw boy you a bitch
You told Yo Gotti I drew down on you
(Oh, for real?)
C-Bo can’t save you,
Yo, this is DJ Quik
Takin' a second out with Tha Dogg
Pound to let y'all know somethin'
If you're lookin' in the Source
Mag and don't see me
It's
These are the only child blues
The only child blues
The only child who? yo yo yo
Back once again, hello it's yo' favorite mellow schizo
The pavement
What if Hip Hop was never born, yo?
No Herc, No Flash, No Band, No Change, yo (?)
No DJ's, No grab, No breakers, No MC
What would the state of dope
the ring
So fresh and so clean
Million dollar team
Man all I see is green
Got the itch like a fiend
So I scratch that
Got something that'll split yo fuckin'
you got me bit I'm coming as ebit
Got on big hoes at Freaknit frequently your telling me
Won and worn your rockets, so, he ain't put no scratch in
mood to play, move out the my way
Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from throughout the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas don't want to battle
I watched the ones closest to me turn they back
Damn I never thought it'd be like that
When you down that's when they really like to attack
Showed yo
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
[Billy Danze]
Hey yo we bringin you the international vibe live from Brownsville
where we juggle and struggle to survive (YOU KNOW THE DEAL)
We
crew
Far away from home in a land not new
So boom, outta place and I sue ya crew
Son, yo, they steppin in you
And it could happen to you
[Outro:
live is ill
[Madlib]
Hey yo niggas always talkin' bout there shit is real
"I gotta flex with a Lex in my video"
That's what half of these
them cavy case
Slow down
Better pump yo brakes
Don't know my click from a can of paint
These niggas won't last
When I
Buck one in that ass
An hit
And started to whistle
I swarmed in wit big fire arm to calm him
We gon win
Anybody test him i stretch em
Pulled em by the collar and hollered
Yo pull
rio
My wrist be frio when I'm in that big body
Hopping out a six wheeler Glock on my hip John Gotti
Use to hide that shit from my mommy
Cant squeal
original
Dogg Pound criminal, ya ever heard of me?
Kurupt, Young Gotti, motherfucker D-P
Why is life fucked up? Toe-up
Scrapin' from the flo' up
a hottie
Oh no pray they don't try me
Tell Taetae
Just go by Jay Mazi
Lil niggas slimy
I swear so they grimy
Acting real
You just can't blind me
Hating from
really is
Built pyramids, ground up from the streets
It's that Q talk serious
Yo, see I'm a student of a game how I pay attention
You so poor that
paper im on yo ass, ceo illy been by the bag
post wit dat strap that was by the bag, I feel like wop ima buy the block
i feel like ross ima chop
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