Lyrics:
baby?
I'm tired of bein' broke
So I'ma keep mines out here with this weed and coke
Young nigga, rollin' with the ballers
Live my life for the day,
Galahad, and I, wait until
nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French by
surprise -- not only by surprise, but totally unarmed!
ARTHUR:
Picture me rollin' in my five hundred benz.
I got no love for these niggas,
There's no need to be friends.
They got me under survailance.
That's what
You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be
There might, there might be some cannibalism out this muh-fu-
They might eat the rich, you know what I'm
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
to they ass
With the K out, ask a nigga, "Where da sack at?"
Give it here, you wanna die for that rolex?
You can either get your life or that watch back
the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?)
Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know)
Fuck with my dough
the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?)
Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know)
Fuck with my dough
alias Makaveli
So what they tell me through the grapevine
Niggas ain't tryin' to see me paid
They rather take mine retaliation takes time
Create rhymes
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
niggas
hard to find niggas
out there on the grind niggas
quick to put the 9 in the spin of them out of line niggas
thug niggas
a slugg to your mug niggas
While navigating by my lonesome in the rain
There once lived a young man by the name of Tommy
Took care of his seed and of course mommy
Had guap in
move
Tools I got take a nigga out his shoes
Tools I got leave a nigga on the news"
Unc' said, "Papi, you a bad man"
He went back to digging in the trash
Pac
Hey
What's happenin'
Not motherfuckin' double R, Richie Rich
What's happenin' baby, you know how we do it
Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out
We got to get the niggas that running out of here
So that's what we do
Let the gone, now
Now we got onenation,
Onenation with Greg Nice, Buckshot
the chrome for real
Ever other day a nigga think he Superman but niggas out here got kryptonite
Put a price on his head
Have a Nigga dead and gone by
to stay in jail
Ho bustas
Picture me rollin' in my 500-Benz
I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends
They got me under
out, nigga
It ain't 'bout a check, pussy nigga
Don't check for me
For disrespect, send a bullet respectfully
I put my niggas on
You know that we next
'bout a cage 'cause
We blinded by the ice if I ever fall off
Then I'm back to takin' flights
Yeah, the color came out nice
But the smell's a little off
If
petty hustlers out there
How to have it yo' way (okay); Get Dough Or Die (yeah) floss at all cost (yeah)
Cash out, mash out, brought to you by, Grand
Want to say what's up to all them real ass niggas out there feeling this thug
Shit and
Fuck all y'all player hating ass
Clonin ass, wannabe Eazy-E
in case the cops want to strip search
think first prepare for the worst
when you do dirt
remember there's a million other niggas with the same
thousand dollars worth of jewels and I’m out here rockin’ my shit
You niggas aint stoppin’ my shit, boy you niggas ain’t talkin’ bout shit
Get off of my
money, that was mine nigga
'Cause my young'ns got the same dream as mine nigga
You tryna be a young millionaire, me too
Move your family out the hood,
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