Lyrics:
the guy that lie is the black man personified
Anticipatin' and killin' my own in search of wealth
Should he come knockin' at the door of your home, you
feat. The Jacka, Courtney Triggas, X.O.
[Courtney Triggs]
You wanna play wit the dopest
And I'm a put up the bounty
From Play To Win Records
All
homie rapped
That's just the way it is
I'm crossin' Bay bridges
Money, weed, and blow, in the Bay, we break bitches
It's just a money thang, you know
that keep me smilin' through
The bad times and worse times, through it all
When my head is hangin' low, you help me to stand tall
The only way I'ma
the peace, im in the zone all by my lonsome, who want some,
touchable by fume, protolome, stop it, a nigga writing this cracka, im
with knife n jackas, i
trunk exposed
Swishahouse baby that's my crew roll wit us or you'll get ran through
We loved by few and still true let me tell yall jus wat it do
Yeahhh, hey
That's my clique
Haa (Spanker)
Schatje ben je down met de Big Shaq
Ik hou me jacka aan op je feestje (aye)
Zag je wat ze deden bij
You know i wanna shout out to The Jacka
Shout out to the mob figures man
Shouts out to live wire style and I see
You shake yo neck what it is mane
bitch but I really can't stand her
Somebody put on the new Jacka
The world is mines
And that ain't no lie
Damn girl, you really like a dime
Your
knife by my side I bet imma shank you
If they speak on your name they not gon survive catch manual send that boy to the sky imma be a real nigga Til
to blame
"It took a lot of blood for you to learn that lesson
My mind is running away
Wish my legs would do the same
Can't get out of my own head with-
Out:
ye of times when blacks ran that nawfside
For black wall street my pride remain aside
Pain inside will never get me down
Hold it up as a playa you
You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be
You wanna play rough
You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and say "That
speak
Sucks to be psychotic for that long I've lost me
Mom said pack your bags move on
G you going to rehab for weed that's why
You can barely speak but
to Jacka
Yeah, you not a factor, spitting number facts, nigga
Smoking on some thrax, nigga, what you know about that nigga
What you know about that nigga,
mistake, this shit is real
Boy, you should have known by now
Eazy-Duz-It enough to make a nigga go crazy
Sean Price, Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill is
seeds, I'm going in
Guess who's bizack, the best 2 that's gon' ever do it
Don't need no metro or Neptune's trizack
This is what you call alcoholic
paper niggas back to wearing Levis
Money money money my motto i D-I-E by
You see I never sleep I, gotta GET GET GET that cheese ahh
Cant see me nigga my
Written by Christo Andriopoulos
Like uh
Out here Tryna get rich quick
Come & f*** with me I'm on that real potent
Baby know the deal it's
That petty cash
Petty cash
Fucked her for ten minutes
And it- with her petty ass (Petty)
(Where the fuck is Bennie Beach)
Remember when I had to bust
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This is the way you left me
I'm not pretending
No hope no love no glory
No happy ending
This is the way that we love
Like its
Wish you would of sat down
Now you forcing me to snap out
Imma send my youngan to ya hood & see wat that’s bout
Niggas is bitch made
I grew up with
Ooh, you know whos back, that's Big Cracka
Smokin' that Owen Wilson pack-a
When I play football I am the linebacker
I am truly an attacker
You
and i made my sales
Then i made off with some che duhhh
Fuck what you is im BET-T-TUH
You aint never gon top me NE-V-VER
Should know by now that i own
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