Lyrics:
Yo man I don't think they heard you
Why don't you tell 'em what ya name is
My name is eazy yeah this is true
Keepin' your attention is what I'm
they're always makin' a mess
But I'ma tell you the secret to my success
Men are all stupid, weak little boys
They're not very smart, they just make lots
Shrimp, I got the tartar sauce
Never underestimate the power of the force
of the intellectual KRS-One
I don't think yet my job is done, because
I
on roof
Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof
Dat boy had it hard no facade, it's da truth
So now when I menage and get massaged just to proof
the rest of 'em
I took my city by storm I never asked for it
I'm with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys
I ain't have no choice
mastery
The beat so good, unheard of, a gift from Hpeey
47 a piece, how it started and really went
Satan giving out more jobs than my government
They do
discernment stay way from informants
They slimy a serpent i'm living life urgent gotta stay observant
I stay by my lone that's my only preferment
They love
I like beer
It makes me happy
I don't give a damn if it's a michelob or natty
I'll drink'em short
I'll drink'em tall
Line'em up boys
You know I'll
If the bitch don't got a job, that's a red flag
If the bitch don't got a car, that's a red flag
I'm real right, do you see the red flag?
I'm with my
Show love if I think you're a hater
Me and my G's are doing it major
Faded
Us man ah chilling invader
All my gyal are naughty by nature
Man ah
supplier, she give me the fire
She never get tired, call'er energizer bunny
Funny right?, I got my money right
You can tell I'm doing, by the tires on my ride
done hit it, ain't shit for me to tell my niggas go get em'
Pop out with a cutter, tryna split em', with a big ass scope, I ain't missing
But his family,
A$AP Rocky: Yo, what's up, motherfuckers?
This is Rick James
And I'm kicking it with my boy
RiFF RAFF: Jody Highroller
Chain colder than North
niggas all offended by my views of the 6
When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan
Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan
Tried to do the same
on do I know she fucked three of my dogs
I caught her walking out the alley down by the mall
She fucked Wayne, Juve, Turk I know she ain't got no walls
my trump in the car
Bang Bang em all, don't give fucks bout y'all
Only care bout my folks, my neighbors, and my job
Long as I keep this Plasma on my
Fucked up
But I ain’t going out sad
Million dollar dreams I can’t fit em in my bag
Look into my past
So you can learn about my future
Look at this creepy ass crackah
He think he the shit he surrounded by badges
He move like a snake you could tell by his stature
This ain't no move
the chillin an shit
But I told her that shit is a dub
He tried to run up on me but that boy is so slow
That you know he got hit with a slug
She wanna come to my
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
tore em down
He was sellin' dope to feed his kids let my nigga out
I know the rules of the streets you abide by
But now I got my love creepin'
Shae
He got plans with the devil
Round my neck I need
VV embezzle
This youngin too hot
Like a kettle
Tell em bitches
Keep walking stiletto
Got the gang
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
party
We tell em
(Send the address)
When we know
Good and well
We ain't bout to get dressed
Just stay laid on my chest
And rest
(Issa bless)
Hey
You
You
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