Lyrics:
it decay on em'
Nigga got feline tendencies
Turn to Rob Lucci, gotta spray on em'
I look at myself and I notice I'm more like my biological I hate
Gotta live by the code never trust these hoes get you some money go buy you a house lil nigga before you go buy some gold getchu some bread go take
boys and girls
Slow parties, we sit on the ground
I rather be, just let me down
People say is not worth the wait
Everybody loves somebody to hate
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think
walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give
to heaven and let Pac hit it (aww)
Future rather hang out with Jada than hang with Will
Shit I feel the same way that that nigga Future feel (I do)
I don't
They wanna fight (they wanna fight)
I'm just gon' let 'em hate (I'm just gon' let 'em hate)
I gotta go high (gotta go high)
I gotta elevate (I gotta
so much paper but I know
That I know that you a liar liar liar liar
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
Dip deep into your pockets, let
and bump Geto Boys
Twisting fingers, throw bankers out the window it's like we sense some danger
I ain't fly by this fall, let you meet your maker
Skinny
em up like OOOHHH!
Hit em up like POP POP POP
Hit em up like OOOHHH!
Hit em up now, Hit em up now!
Here we go boy
Let’s go boy
Cause if I hear my name
Rap, Fiend
By any means I can't let em in between I'ma
Rap, Fiend
By any means I can't let em in between I'ma
Rap, Fiend
By any means I can't
Let's take em back to 2408, that be the stomping grounds
All these people claiming how they love me, but they won't around
I can see they envy me
boys
Tonight we're droppin' by 'cause your parents left
The Beastie Boys gonna let you know
Your sister's def
Your sister's def
She's so huh, is
Brian ... the babe they called Brian
Grew ... grew grew and grew, grew up to be
A boy called Brian
A boy called Brian
He had arms and legs and hands
boys got Glocks, dem boys got K's
Dem boys got blocks, dem boys gettin' paid
Big D, Big D
Edge Hang, Edge Hang
Big D, Big D
Swat Dawg, Swat Dawg
by the fame aye
Don't test my temper cause imma get angry but they like
Cole got 'em Ghost got 'em riding with the pistol grip
Cole got 'em Ghost got
mangle it tangle it
Definitely let people see that I got the hang of it
Pig you gotta try to make a mocery of a city
Who
Pock em n' pock em buck
Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil boy
You got too close in my space lil boy
Gotta smart ass mouth ease your pace lil boy
I’m why you here lil
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by
cooked, keep the trey
Pound seven that'll lay down somethin
When the beef jump off
And my heat dump off 50 shots let em chop
Blow a meat chunk off
Flip his
really fuck with nothing that's fake
I show up drunk in your way
Looking for something to break, bumping to Geto Boys, take
Mind over lunatic, nuclear Ryan
get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Come on everybody, let's all get down
Got rhymes by the ton while you weighs a pound
Supercagafragalistic type
motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
to say I couldn't Hang with the Pros
I don't take no offense I just Gotta Let Em Know
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