Lyrics:
living and I'm never giving in
I got life by the throat, and this suckers givin in
I hear the lies your tellin, as if I'm gonna give
greatest trick
Was just to say he wasn't real
Satan always used to love to say he wasn't real
I'm no cable news reporter
They got nothing new to say
by a man’s criticism, and his racism. Break them stereotypes,
Be who God made you, YOUR A KING not a thug, you’re a Queen, not A slut, Ho, Trick
performance in Jersey
But worthy tricks be not, tips we got
It's only right to charm, run game
But play me not
The way we rock, y'all don't know about this
Come
tryin to hide in secret spots in New Jersey
Cats pose in leased double-are's with two-way pagers
Frontin like you like women I seen you on your Motorola
rest in peace niggas
I can't let a pussy trick me off da streets nigga
Shit get cold where I'm at so that heat wit me
I heard niggas out here plotting so
[Chorus]
Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick
But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips
But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you
naked out in Jersey, baking turkey wings
Maybach green burgundy, this is the new version of me
The AMG was hand-made in Germany (what?)
Was hand-made
Jersey purple gold
Summer Twenty-Four
Hate my self esteem
This all for the team
Parked inside a rose
Blades I'm moving chrome
Still ain't satisfied
that nigga, stop fronting
She said your new shit pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by
Turn my bedroom
To a function
In a minute
Magic Johnson
In his prime
Grant their wishes
All my woes
In my past
New beginnings
Ive popped off
Ive been
will prolly stir
A little controversy
At least I ain't be rappin'
Bout the stuff
As tho' I'm born in Jersey
Stage name is Malique
And lost name is
and help us see through
We dominate the battlefield with the tricks we do
Glitches get bitches in Modern Warfare 2
I'm in the game it's Modern Warfare 2
I
and all of that with you
(Come on)
Cause you know I'm from New Orleans, nigga
All I gotta do is just borrow, no limit's
Cutting up in a brand new Ferrari my
in the summer time
I'm in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard,
We can't find Biggies' killers so we gave Diddy a star,
And I'm by far,
drop the bomb on it
New Jersey, Brit's, drop the bomb on it
You need to drop, drop, drop
Drop the bomb on it
Ring the alarm, somebody dropping
By, whoa,
I be wearing braids and rockin' jerseys daily
But that don't mean I'm thuggin' though
He don't want me with you
But I ain't tryna hear it though
rollin' ten deep
And shove this shoe up in your shit far as ten feet
Creep by creep cause I'm in this shit deep
Never ever caught slippinn' bitch cause I
you
Fuck with me I'm a thug
You already know how we come I'm
In the hood where the drugs, and the slugs
Nigga already know just how we gone come
You pay
the California sunshine
[Chorus]
I'm in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard,
We can't find Biggies killers so we gave Diddy a star,
And I'm by
to maintain the imbalance.
Natives are slaughtered in their homelands
By governments seeking out new possessions.
Most of the wealth of the so called
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
Don't get hyped by these views that you getting on the YouTube
You ain't new school
I was bumping D12 these rappers never knew Proof
All they care's
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