Lyrics:
I love all my niggas yeah for real
Yeah for real
Yeah for real
Yeah for real
Yeah for real
I got on this ice yeah
It got me shivering yeah it be
Let me go back to the start
A little bit of my history, let's see
The story began with an Irishman who went by the name of Keith
Who fell in love
Come through the studio, wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizing, make you feel good like crying
I can't be dissed, so you can stop trying
And Keith
a superman when them pills hit
If a nigga woulda smacked me on God
I woulda killed Will Smith
I remember a nigga try to snake me
I wont sign no deal em
Brodie
aye)
I swear this steppin' life is such a vibe
Selling them bags and offering bribes (yeah, ha)
Got a new glock and its by Smith and Wesson
Don't fuck
[Kool Keith]
Yeah
Every morning I wake up lookin' in the mirror
I am the original black Elvis
That's right; when you see me with my wig
get jiggy with niggas
Don't make me Will Smith me a nigga
I just told a model, "You only my side ho
I will put you out, ho, you must think you Latto
Master P
Golds in They Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun
Smith-and-Wessun in my Polo jacket
Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks
And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock
Straight up and down, we two terrible
We got passion
What is life like
If we never make it
Will I be alright ?
I can see them haters
When my mind is bright
I can turn em off
When im not
put you on don't do me wrong (don't)
In the end, it'll be ya loss (it will)
Influenced by East New York
Pop Smoke from the Floss (Woo)
A-list rapper
the world but give us nothing
I say we can be all in this together
Yeah, will you end up like, your family tree
Tell me what you gonna do what you gonna
to know one
Party in the hills, party on pills
That's why she can't keep still
Niggas be fake, but the hate be real
Somebody tell these broke niggas,
gangsta)
Play or stay (gangsta)
Yeah, yeah (gangsta, gangsta)
Death Row
Yeah, yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin' real hard y'know
bullshit bra, you will see I ain't playin'.
[Chorus: x2]
You see I do it for the hustle,
And the niggas who stood over pots and watched that shit
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones
And the bitches they be on it
Oh, man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes two seater, stick shift
Like some turbo jets
And the bitches
(2 Chainz)
No help, that's all me, all me for real
Money on my mind, you should think the same
J's on, pinky ring, dogging these hoes, I need
the Bible isn't two parts
There's a Part Three to the Bible, Joe
And I, God, have anointed you
To dig up this Part Three that is buried by the tree
pull us over
I don't want no problems 'cause of me"
Real nigga, will spill you
But his heart was way bigger
Ironic, nicest niggas I knew was real killers
I had a dream that I was will smith
But than I woke up to some real shit
Hundred thousand dollar wheels and a mansion on a hill
I'm trying to move
I do this for you baby
Chicago yeah I love you crazy
It's Lil B for real, I'm like Keith Jenkins
I be stuntin' in the back, the pinky
The pinky
an ill gift, I'm real swift, they be like, "Damn, he still rich"
When I send my men in black listen none of them niggas is will smith
I sell coke, I deal
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