Lyrics:
Artist: Big Ham and Mick Fury
Song Title: The Depths
Album: Thoughts Of The Mind
Typed By: aaron.hamilton08@yahoo.com
(Rain Drops)
Big Ham:
As I
it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my fo'-heata beata by my side
I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West coast (West coast)
I keep it
we be gunnin' shit (glah, glah)
Love a bit', I ain't never love his bit'
If I say the word, then he get undulated (glah, glah)
G just pull up on me
brown bitch in my bed
brown drank in my cup
I’m the mack and you know that
been versatile way before kodak
snap a fuckin picture and yo bitch got
sheilds and vests laced in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new
How you fucking with a G?
I do me, they just pree
Used to do my show for free
Then Giggs told me "Nothing's free"
Best you double up my fee
I pull
bother me, I'm workin'
Don't bother me, I'm workin'
(Yeah, I ain't finished, I ain't finished)
Don't, workin'
I do this shit for B.I.G
So if you
Nah I'm playing
Aye
My brother John ain't Caesar but betrayed by a Brutus
Bam ain't Jesus but betrayed by a Judas
8 Or 9 placements make a nigga wanna
Remember they doubted me, now look, I'm rich (what?)
Still in the hood, posted up with the bricks
I still will mask up, put that fire on them bitches (on
gangsta shit run in my blood
They always questionin' me, but they been knew what it was
I been on G shit, tryna get up out the hood
I'm always checkin'
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin' to right now, ahah!
King amongst kings! It's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'
To bring
a white hood back then
You never know, true colors is shining
Blinding us all, but I ain't talking about diamonds
Supposed to be protected by America's
get caught
Keep it g keep that thing by my side
Serve a set who we shootin?
Why we won't? Why we ridin?
Daddy talk? Anyone?
You ain't know? He ain't
homicide
G riders into the makers of a buckin Impala
How far will I make it
'Cause I'm related, I know I'm highly hated
Affiliated, tomorrow ain't
ass
In the studio recording hella tracks
In my hood nigga you can’t get a pass
Bitch I’m Lil Grande I’m from the hood
Riding in that rarri I’m all good
G-G-G-G-H ain't one of these fake MC's
My bars are the truth
I got no PhD but I'mma be away eventually
I'm a star in the booth
Go round town asking
Drive by shooter running from the helicopter
Poppin and I'm at it again
310 Still bangin Compton
Here we come
If anybody want the smoke. Talkin all that
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin'
homies out the hood.
See, we ghetto millionaires, far away when we meet.
I think they watched us, P, 'cuz about when we speak.
See I'm too deep
about to go to them whose,
I'm so, and I'm so relaxed
I'm blowing, plus I'm blowing stag
So hope you bet, don't try to fry
Get up by the way you're
to do
She would do what you say
Always keep it G
She wanna freak me in the Benz
I love hood rat things
With my lovers & my friends
I’m about to unleash
the docks
Back to the hood ain't makin' no stops
Going up every day like I'm the stocks!
Cookies I smell it I opened the box
Can't trust nobody, they sly like
a hood I'm there
I told nigga last year, that I ain't care
You acting like the little nigga break yo, still don't care
Whoa so if you with it, I can hit
doot doot doo
Speedholes in ya hood
Transparent everyone can see through you
Throw hands like Chuchu
Toriyama bars still Dr. Slump you
Fifty Cal no two
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