Lyrics:
wanna find my peace
Yeah, why you throwin' rocks, oh, you wanna kill my dreams?
Okay, tell me everything I'm not
You think I didn't know those things?
tell 'em, "Shake back" (tell 'em, "Shake back")
Couple choppers, and a few models in a Maybach (up in a Maybach)
We known for takin' nigga's life, you
in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point
I got the voc' in touch
I tell my bitch I'ma, give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up
Too
mehn I made that decision
A pretty baddie at the corner I must
Smash and I made my decision
We try'na get this money and we really bad
Boys but we still
the streets
But I put it on my mind
By the time I was nine
Look here nigga I was slangin' that nine
Now them them don't want us
They know me and Turk don't
Yeah! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies
When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes
Now Blood walk to this, now crips walk
You can tell by the Cuban with the big rocks glowin (ahh)
Some people called My Brothers watched'em Change on me
(Watched'em changed On Me)
Use'tuh plot
All these rappers that I've passed up
Passed up
Talkin so you know your boy
He gassed up
He gassed up
Imma say mine they really gonna act up
Tell 'em
My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin' to blow it
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did
the (money man)
hooooo, hooooo
hooooo, Hot Damn
[Verse 1 - Malice]
My how the boy's grown
From roaming low into homes
To homes of his own
No catching up he's
tell it he aint the same nigga
Let u tell it he throwin shade nigga
Let u tell it he aint no made nigga
You aint tell em I'm gettin paid nigga
Let u
I'm up Working
Grinding with my niggas
Penny Myles on this beat
Out of school yet no filled job
We hustling and bustling just To earn a living
Sing it to them Nate Dogg (HEY)(sing it man)
Back in the days I use to like bitches (uhh)
But I tell you now days Bitches Ain't Shit (Tell 'em
turnt up
Super turnt up
We been keepin' secrets from each other
I just wanna say what's on my mind, my mind
Boy you make me feel like a woman
I'mma
dirt
Now my cup mud
Like boy, you so late, ain't even worth
You a damn dud
(Ha ha ha ha)
Damn, that boy look stupid as fuck
I gotta say that, I get
on the lurk and if I'm ya boy then god tell me why I feel so cursed
And I get down and pray and pray but it just don't work
And I'm comin' to you wit my pain
blow, tell 'em where my homies at
Push on that pack tell 'em niggas I'll be back
I got a green broke down for some else to grab
A bitch in school,
Don't tell me to spare you details for right now
They hitting me up and tryna market, me not right now
Foo said I need to get my visuals up, oh no
of Nikes
As I strike, out the door, to my superb
Parked by the curb, candy coated bird
The sun got my candy lookin' good enough to eat
You can tell
The boy had dreams, yea
The boy had dreams, had to get it by any means
Didn't know how long my life would be, some death I seen
Never know when your
nigga want me dead
From a whole different city (pussy)
Dime on my head in a whole different city (pussy)
Tell 'em fuck him, catch up wit' me
Two
of red spaids
Good fellas on a rage
Hungry, hungry eat em up
It's a must that I bust
When I'm on stage, on my nuts
Let's get fucked up!
[SHORT NITTY:]
this (Never ever)
I always gotta check ‘em, tell ‘em that I am not average (I ain’t)
Give a fuck about the hate, that’s why I always talk my shit, yeah
ride
If I need you by my side
Tell me baby, would you ride
Tell me baby, would you die
If I need you by my side
Tell me baby, would you ride (Oh, oh, oh)
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