Lyrics:
Vacations like Jason
You'll get cut in half and
Left with your heart racin'
By the TEC you'll get smashed
Together like a cleavage
And left a mystery like
niggas ain't real man you know they gon' fumble (He fumbled)
Had to stay outta trouble to stay on my grind (My grind)
Can’t fuck with a bitch if she
with me in yon green woods
No danger need you fear
Oh it's six long weeks or better
Since Johnny left the shore
He's crossing the wild ocean
England
Sealed in a leather canister, the aged script was accompanied
By an ornate bronze key of unknown origin
The author of the journal remains
you know you're de man
You gotta head him off, if you still want the block
So he can look the other way, if he catch you with the Glock
All de cook
Stoudamire
Yeah, I'm a harsh nigga that drink hard liquor
A six Benz car getter, you know Digga
He ain't rich, he's a star figure
Platinum deep, hangs with
your TV, girl
I took too many shots and they all wit' it now
I shot all of the cops, yeah, they ain't dealing with us
I was six o'clock but I had
made by men with itty bitty penises
The streets of this world they are my playground I explore them
Meet somebody I don't like and I ignore them
shit til I die
Do this shit til the day I die
Drop a tear for my mans that passed by
Live life through your third eye
Cause Way too many don't try
Said
surrounded by go getters
(Go getters)
No more rolling with no fake niggas
(No no fakers)
I got money on my mind
(I got money on my mind)
I got money on my
waitress
And I checked her form
And I said, "Honey, you like a winner", and she just smiled
I played like a man with a broken wrist, I won two and he
Gang! You already know what the fuck it is man, NLMB
150 Roc Block shit man
You know no niggas fucking with us man
I tried to tell niggas man, it's
and rolled with the rock ac dc
I never banged cc cah you narsay my weed tt
Why would I rob man for his p when I can get that same dough from a fiend
5 man in
excuse me Miss Thang with your nose ring
The way your body swing, you make a nigga wanna sing
I can tell by the bling-bling, you like the finer things
my bros wait
They ain't the man round town, that's me
Like micheal myres when I'm riding by yas
You ain't seen me, I'm pulling out ya eyes with pliers
and I fuck with 6th street
But one thing about me, the world got me
But it's some suckas that doubt me
And I ain't tryina sleep in the county
Real chalky
me up, unless you tryna ride or die
This shit is crazy, man this shit caught me by surprise
Man I miss you, man I miss the shit we had
Just
and ribbons
And exposed brain
Roll with grown men who still use code names
Fold crawl space on the SS coat tails
Might chase six legs through his oatmeal
Oh
Wild Cowboys and you know this
Lookin at a Cowboy and you know they're dead
A lot of niggaz stepped up to the bad man
Chest bucked out with
of the hardest man in our gate
A family man that loved his life and lived it in the fast lane
I agreed immediately inspired by Micky's heartache
He invites me
it woulda go
Get hit by a 2x4
6 man waiting by the door
Now mommy coming home
Where the mop? Wet floor
Shoulda listened to my G's with the techs
I
Yeah, Yeah
Perth City, Syd City What up?
Let's get Messi, Time to kick it off like soccer
Dealing with Johniepee man the one, chief rocka
Hi to all
build my house brick by brick
Some day, I might be the rapper with the hits
Some day, lounging, blazing at the Ritz
Some day, cruising, leaning in the six
spent six figures (ooh)
They mad if you rich if they ain't rich with you
I only get down with my people
Foot is in the door, tired of starin' through
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