Lyrics:
(JT on the track again)
As a matter fact, pulled up with extra ammo
(Samy made this shit)
Stopped by the store, me and my loc, like get a pack
like they got
A lil Ape in (N) D
You get banana scarred and
You gotta use A-N-D
I'll have a shell hanging from his
Head like A Nigga Dread
So DNA
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
T-A-Z on da track
AYE! The Price of Pussy just went UP (it's UP!)
Fuck that shit, tell that trick you want a million bucks (Tell'em)
Ayee, yall
anything up as
Low as Nicole Arbour
Not even me when I'm dissing my own father
Or asking, "Where's your certificate
Obama?" oh, MC Lars
Your tracks are like
Lil Jay on the track, ****
And you already know, it's ya boy, Lil Scrappy
We finna have the whole **** world rockin' in this ****
Look at shawty,
track of the lows and stackin' these funds, it's smoke in the air I breathe
If I had followed the bros and lived by the gun, then I don't know where I'd
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I keep it low-key, don't nobody know
Tapped in with the streets, could never go broke
If I ever get close, my brother gon' throw
Me a lil
to back on the track with my lil' bro
Keep our heads high but we work with our heads low
Destined for greatness, it was known from the get go
It was
produced by brotha stan
He really off his vitamins
Type of shit that bite ya tooth off
And get ya writing in
It's fuck the world I've never blueballed
I
don't know anything
Bout getting green like jelly beans
Yo lil girl she feeling me
I keep it low don't wanna be seen
So when I get big it won't be knew
she got meat all in her teeth
Boy, you really broke as fuck, you need to go get off your feet
Snapchat, we track him now, and I ain't talkin' bout no
on the backstreet
We ran it up track meet
Swimming in ice nebraskii
The way she moving on that pole Make me wanna get one on the low
Don't catch feelings for these
to tell you where I'm at
I'm starting low, so my first few songs could be wack
But I know I'll get better with time, that's a fact
And by the end
Bass go so low that the
Freaks in the backseat
Get a thrill off the alpine
When it vibrate they asscheeks
I'm Bobby Ray, baby, an All-American athlete
I
(*talking*)
Ha, man it's going down baby what
E.S.G., man I got three young thoed ass niggas in here with me baby
Know I'm tal'n bout, my lil' partna
See that's where you got me fucked up
'Cause I'm grateful for my lil' fifteen a hour
All I'm sayin' is these companies gon' ho you
So yeah I get my
the highs and lows
All the friends of mine done turned to ghosts
Won't you ride to the end get a bag don't spend
Ima fill up the safe til the money can't bend
bang)
Westside! (Hit 'em up, bang motherfucker bang)
[Young Jeezy]
Do ya thug thang gon' get 'em up
Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up
Disrespect
From Virginia to Maryland
Since a young lil nigga hop outside them bitches staring
Hoes saying i'm toxic keep it real i don't be caring
Gang ties
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
Here to tell you this
King Jay (Teeze)
Now they paying, know what I'm saying?
Gettin that money
Teezë Hussein I be blazing the pot
I fool on the track, I bang that shit
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
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