Lyrics:
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I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
Vic city hold me down
That's my best bro
And believe when this money come
I'm writing checks bro
ATF stranger things
Like we eating egos
Want them
Let us take you from the Couver, puffin on a buddah hookah
Cross the Salish seas of emcees and producers
Unknowns that you aint used ta
By the Strait
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Welcome to Hell's Kitchen, welcome to Hell's Kitchen
Its Hot
Uh huh
Welcome to Hell's Kitchen
Hell is where da home is, dats where da Vic's live
past them
It was me and E he clutching on his stick
Talking bout they got the drop, tryna get 1 up on his vic
We left em birdy, left em nick
I'm bout sum
a soul, and if that legend's true
I'ma swap this song for it, and start my life anew
Stick shift Crown Vic
I got a contract with my name on it
And one less
of being unknown
Big Vic is here nah give me my thrown
So It's By any means
Ima live my dreams If it's on for me then it's the team
You either rock with
like it's jail time
Only dubs No L time
Drop them hella bars on you
Coming down like it's hail time
Lay her down lay the pipe
Sick Vic get it right
alone it gives me a heart attack
we do the very things that make us tick we can't tell if it is human or if we're hypocrites
and some are cold as stone
to the head
They chopped it off, he lost his fro
He a zombie, we screamin' Vic
He popped a self revive 'Vic
If that was me clapping him
The nigga would've
friends I am him
I'm on demand
Yeah
Two new jabs, I done killed a man
Tracing back to my roots
Tryna find proof
Tryna find confirmation and truth
If I'm
name in this game
Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up
Stickin' to the scripts, now here if them Benjamins go cuddle up
Skip,
nights in the city)
Word up, don't be out here slippin
You might not get up
(Hardcore nights in the city)
Times is rough
And if it ain't rough it ain't
park it
By the bar so they can meet the vic with deep pockets
And them dudes buy them cars and turn 'em in to sweet objects of desire
Big rims
park it
By the bar so they can meet the vic with deep pockets
And them dudes buy them cars and turn 'em in to sweet objects of desire
Big rims
Multiply simple logic
It's rules you can follow
If Dre ain't motivation, I don't know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too
blessed, you know what I'm sayin'?"
If I had that opportunity, you know what I'm sayin'?
Maybach Music
Black Metaphor
I grew up on that Cash Money
by time it gets dark
Ayo Jay, I see that bulge in the back of your jeans
Hope that's the God you Now, know what I mean?
'Cause if somebody brings
(petite)
I'm the kinda nigga that you want (for real)
Get a couple listens on my songs (legit)
Girl, I can take you round the world
By that I really mean
to spin
Since I took all them Vic's and then
Realize I'm a monster, a connoisseur
Of reelin' in lies that I thought were truer
But the more that I find,
L4E
Terrance T
You can sleep
Just not on me
This that OTM 2 ya hear me intact turn me up
Don't mention me if i'm not your mans
Unless having your
Vic's been a naughty boy
The years are going by
He thought he got away
But the truth today
Is coming out to play
Inside a single room
The statements
I popped the last
Memories, not lost
Bitch with me and I'm her boss
If she's gonna fell in love
Imma have to hurt her twice
A sick tady přišel more
my friend of violence
i fear the silence
the noise leaves me noid
but i still have to try it
hooked by denyin
addicted to lyin
cheatin two timin
im
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