Lyrics:
chase me just
Tell her MySpace me
And maybe she can find me so
I can get behind 'em
Heard I got a deal so now
She Joe me like sloppy
Got them goons
drink and smoke marijuana, want us to change our ways? Uh-huh
You see this game we play come from uncles that raised me in Compton
Ask me what I have
Yo Shock man people be comin up to me sayin
"Yo man, what's up with the Underground, man?
You guys old school, new school, R&B or hip-hop?"
What
don lap
It's all facts
I need the money
Men you know i need cash
Know a nigga need some pussy
Know a nigga need ass
Man about to drop an album
Boy
We're about to go down and you know just what to do
Wave your hands in the air like you don't care
Glide by the people as they start to look and stare
bitch to a chop like an onion
Bitch I'm the shit what you heard bout it
You get under pressure and word vomit
I skrt out the lot yeah I curve up out it
I
Tried to tell the truth
But all you heard was fiction
But now the Perckies calling and young Navi can't resist em
Creeping when we ride
Mask when we slide
You wearing that scent
It's intoxicating
Bout to make me
Fucking stop behaving
You don't know how I feel
Lemme propagate em
You too damn fine
For me
Call me if you want it, haters see me
And I'm stuntin' got 'em sick to they stomach
[Chorus]
Whole time, see that fly shit I've been on
All
walked the streets
take everything steep that means i don't be flossing no beats
So i give a fuck if you do, give a fuck if you don't like'em
I say
man you'll be fine young man
This is by design, this is where we draw the line
It ain't about a dollar sign
Look inside yourself when you're looking
can never profit of your circumstance
Backpack bagging pass it up if I ain't got the hands
And you can have 'em back got what I need so I don't want yo
to racks
Tell em I got it
Don't move outta pocket
That's how you get whacked for cash
Heard all about it
You know ima problem
I'm bussin the bale out the bag
the rags to racks
Tell em I got it
Don't move outta pocket
That's how you get whacked for cash
Heard all about it
You know ima problem
I'm bussin the bale
know
Yeah nigga I know
Look, now the side show I don't play it
I might have my nigga Tory (Say it)
See we live by a code
Lemme see u get 'em, get
I'll hit em widda flow
They never heard before
Show em what's real
What comes from the soul
Give a fuck how you feel
You better lose hope on me
the gospel and they ain't about the money making
And you discovered a shop with some African food
Its overpriced and not as nice, but its gon have to do
Back to avenge his own death on this earth
Ever heard of Jason, then you know my work
Down to the basement, the dog get it first
I can't help
know that I'm serious about this shit
I'mma run 'em down, nigga
I've done been used, abused, and accused of things that ain't true
And been told some
at yo funeral (yeah)
We don't talk about what could, what you finna do? (yeah)
Man these niggas act more pussy than the bitches do (man)
Big ole gun, when
Hello?
You have a new message by Juelz Santana
Aight
Are you want to listen this?
Yeah
OK then,
1st message
Friday, 12:27 A.M.
NO WORRIES
I ain't worried about anything you say
NO WORRIES
I ain't gonna let you're shit fuck up my day
NO WORRIES
Nope
I'm not bothered by what
pushing now you can stop it
Niggas mad they can't top shit
Cause they know I run this bitch
Came from the bottom
Came from the bottom I was low
I ain't have
to me nigga I ride by the stick
Hold yo breath under water might as well self fix
Cause when I get to you, ima put you low about six
Champagne bottles,
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