Lyrics:
streets, you can be rich or be supper
I will not fall victim to no hoe busta
Tree by the cluster
See all the fuck shit
I told my og just to watch how I
throwing fits
Bitch I made my jeweler rich
(Ice)
Captain of this ship
Walk the walk I'll never slip
Bitches sweating me
Can't come around unless you been
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
Damn, I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune
Unless it be all that, be all that
It won't matter
Just black sweet ones come fatter
I'm kinda, kinda picky
DJ Ruger, I need some medicine
I throw the trap at the back and I promise I gotta get all of my enemies
I'ma up with the stick and hit at any nigga
Just remember in my eyes
You are worth all of the time and Effort
Do not ever say you are not worth it
No one else can ever compare to you
I know
the fuck it is
I don't
Give a
Fuck
You can suck my dick
I won't ever grow up bitch
I'm too immature
I won't ever grow up bitch
I'm too immature
I won't ever
a light
Never say Salt steered you wrong inside a concert hall
My crystal ball can see the future, to the beat y'all
Magic, it's black magic
myself with the stick
You don't even exist
I'm the only one up
Right by myself with the stick
You don't even exist
I'm the only one up
Like I just
if you squeal nigga
Like Bun B I keep it trill nigga, I won't deal with you
Unless we can see a mill nigga, make some bills nigga
I always do what I
dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean's 47
Ring the alarm before all of you wanna get in
Ring the alarm before all of you wanna get in
shit, 'fore I stick you for your re-up
Wipe the pee up, lick shots, woke your seed up
Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss
Y'all can't see
Everyone is in your order
No one is valuable
To love or hate
There is no limit, no before
No after
It's all yours
Choose what you want
No one can hunt you
Take back your rights
All the wealth you make is taken
By exploiting parasites
And they keep us in line
With a fascist police force
Global capitalist
joining no generals army
I'm not fighting for no one's party
I've got no
Guns
To stick by
I ain't standing for no one's anthem
Unless that song makes
at catching bullets JJettas
EightBallD, last thing you gone see gone be black
I'm a raider nigga know my color flag it be black
Glock on me, last thing you gone
grind
Cause folks fold under that pressure, I see it all the time
Don't ever get it twisted, hey, I'm forever with it
Unless you with the fam, you need
choose)
I'm Dr. Ice (How can you tell?) You can tell by the mous'
And I'm the Educated Rapper (The brainiac
And Mixmaster) woo-hah (The four is back)
of junctions hit function fuck up my tripping
I leave trails of puddles you can follow how I'm dripping
No lies like I got pinnochio clipping a stick in
differences
So until you can
No longer see me as this second class
Burden to society
Or the great black enemy
When I'm seemingly accepted
As your form
better but the best has yet to come
Can't have you niggas in my way while I'm focused on this run
I got my glizzy got my stick
Know I be on that shit
Bet
Take it back to when it was eighths in the pack
Kidnap you over that lil' rap you wrote, leave your family taken aback
By the handsome quote, that I
aim, yeah I'm merking your killers
Or I could stick you like a pig, go and cut you in fillets
Man wanna' act tough til' we pull up with triggers
Too
niggas
Running with the pole (all my young niggas)
Stick and move
You know I'm sticking to the code
(Stick and move skrt, skrt)
No more knick knock
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