Lyrics:
as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, I set up shop
paint with the gold thang shinin'
Hands out the window, I'm blinded by diamonds
Like they say, all good things to an end
Cause in the game you either
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
But I ain't cuffing it, real niggas never run from it
If I see you in the streets you bet not call me by my government
I keep it close like I'm Luka
with people
Just light up my weed nigga I just be booling
How you the homie left me in the blind
When you was sleeping I was shooting
I live by
be a player no more
I can't do all this shit by myself
Baby you know I gotta keep it true
I'ma run up the whole bag on you
Aye I can't be good til
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
that "Young
" bitch that's me up your street
And just make you think about when they
Put that thing up your teeth
Lil' nigga said up yo chest talkin'
And toke this, I ain't lyin'
Trying to knock me off, keep tryin'
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack, New
these Goddamn chains on
You think?
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna
in her sleep
Cap in ya rap you know you ain't like that in the street
Quiet as it kept
Keep a hook like a pirate on the track Yeah i got fire in
a bow flexin
Keep me some work like we hang with the Mexicans We run the street, no pedestrians
We in the street, we be deep as parade Pull out my whip
scrappy and them,
I love that hard sh**,
And fu** a platinum,
And lil jon', used to be my homie, used to be my ace,
Now I wanna slap tha taste, out yo
that owed her
He was guilty by attachment
He was a heart felt type nigga keep u laughin
But the nigguz that he trusted had more passion in the cash
learned everyone has a vice
I just keep my hammer tight
I been on the line
For some time
You should give me mine
Trophies on my wall
From the streets
When
They would see my demise
N I been tryna keep my gaurd up
You don’t kno my life
N u don’t what I like to harbor
I’m from the streets
Where drug money
things hold 50 each mothafucka
(Put the house up)
You don’t wan’ be out in the streets
Mouth full of blood and a soul full of heat
A house full of thugs
you was never there (Pussy)
Ma dukes a soldier raised a man all by her fucking self (Nah frl)
So it's ight I made it out and played the hand I was delt
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
Be careful out here when you're making moves
Cuz its people out here that wanna see you lose
They can smile in your face don't it get confused
Keep
playing for keeps just don't get kept
Stop stressing bout how lil buddy got it life aint fair
He prolly sneak diss in the streets but what's up when
weeks in the beater, stinkin' out here, I ain't leavin'
Call my baby like, "I need you, bag a ball up, all them pieces"
Lethal injection by the needle,
Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper
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