Lyrics:
nigga
if you go broke you finna kill your self
im from da hood.. i know how it is to be broke
you gay as fuck nigga
pussy ass nigga you let chris brown be
And maybe bring me some niggas that would rather me with less
My advice for the fuck boys, make some hard improvements
Career at a standstill how you gonna
out
Pull your chair out before you sit down
All on me, I even got the tip down
Take my hand we can dance like Chris Brown
(What's up?)
You already know
Gonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks
With another wack rapper tied to your back,
And if you wanna hang yourself out to dry,
It's te beautiful
get an MC
So how could you think that you rank with me?
If you only did your homework, you would surely find
When Scorp' get girls, they all be
town, every province, every city
Botswana shall be saved
But tell me how long is it gonna take
For you to obey me
I have a feeling that I'm waiting in
nice over here, nigga
You gotta get your shit your own way
Trifecta shit, you know what I mean?
You know how we comin'
Somebody tell these niggas
[Denim: Singing]
I swear to hold you down for as long as we both shall live
I never made a move without ya, my homie that's just how it is
Now we
it bring you down
Watch how your life's gonna change when you keep me around
Lil mamas stay ten toes down
I see that how your life's changed since you
the world for the fat man
Children run this world for the rich man
Your sneakers made by kids in china
Dont buy condoms that's made in china
Blueface type
up
Make you think I'ma kick your ass
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I'm a smoke 'em now
up
Make you think I'ma kick your ass
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I'm a smoke 'em now
and take my life and
God! Do you really want my life then?
[Benzino]
God hit me with the track, Diddy keep it gangsta
When in the city, crime scene, no
your stomach
Then i go 6 rounds with your woman
She think i'm Chris Brown tell her run it
You know what it is
No remote i'm controlling your chick
I have
're gonna need some help
I'm not a.. fuck it, different subject
How's that girl you were telling me about?
of this Monopoly game
Playing follow the leader, they just plainly follow the dollar
Tell me who's gonna preach to the choir like Kendrick and bring
How to navigate through life, you made the sacrifice
You kept on livin', 'cause when my granddaddy died
It took all your might, but you ain't quit
the Refugee Camp!
Run up on you be , and leave your seat damp!
And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low
From Madina up to Y.O.
El Capitan
To the under world
Damn…. How you get like this ?
I’m a gift from god on your Christmas list
And I came from the depths of the precipice
I’m mold from gold
Mark: Santa Claus is going to come to your
House and shit under all your trees!
Tom: Santa Claus is gonna
Come rape your dogs!
Tom: Oh God
You know what?
, tell 'em how it is yeah
Talkin' shit won't get you rich yeah
Killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees
No mercy for bad rappers, ain't gonna hear their
better get your children, Mama, bow your head and give thanks
You better grow your hair long, Samson-you gonna need your strength
You're tween a rock
precious little dream
Of my little boy
God, after all this time
Why can't you give it up?
Oh no, you not gonna turn this on me
I know I'm a good mama!
I guess you could say I was saved by the beat
On the street, surrounded by sin
I never sell out, and I wouldn't give in
God said: you can win, look
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