Lyrics:
equipped nines and revolvers,
Simi guns I can pull quick,
People got love y’all, we’re close,
Back in the hood, the people respect us,
Ain’t nothing to hide,
know your ledge) your life flash by
Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high
Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go
Catch me in
double entendre
She fell in that Bombay
Now she tumble dry lingerie
Chardonnay nothing but the bottle of emotion
But the love potion when it sprays
to nothing
Hunger driven
Now we making something
Put my all into everything that I'm gunning for
I'm on it
Cuz I had to want it more than a fucking breathe
my piss
Nothing is free, you want my bitch
You want my car, you want my rims
You just sleep, you know that i win
You don't wanna see OGD get big
Don't
yours and mine
Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine
Yo, I sat around the illest villains
Campaignin' while we all G off
Automatic
yours and mine
Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine
Yo, I sat around the illest villains
Campaignin' while we all G off
Automatic
To yall, y'all some gangsters, to us y'all some bitches
I'm not from Beverly I'm not from Malibu
Where I come from bitch they call it the trenches
Don't be
shoot ya
And change ya name to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners
"Yea, yea, y'all know the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin' the track with both hands..
I want you to sit back, close your eyes
And think about all those wonderful times that we used to have here
Now I know things aren't the way they
I want you to sit back, close your eyes
And think about all those wonderful times that we used to have here
Now I know things aren't the way they
eastside shit on the speakerphone
I send work out to Georgia, it's all peachy though
Coke's all white, you think it was bleached by Ichigo
Getting money,
when it's too late
You'll feel so much self hate
I don't know why
You would waste all your time
With some weird shit that
Robs you of your sleep
Another
I'm never gonna change (never gonna change)
When the singer Rob calls the police on me
Y'all niggaz ran out and copped the CD
See what I
I'm never gonna change (never gonna change)
When the singer Rob calls the police on me
Y'all niggaz ran out and copped the CD
See what I
the world, frame by frame transitioning
My life in a slideshow
Keep it still don't need no vids though
Let the instrumentals play, filling up a boring day
Just
I ain't never sold no crack and I ain't never shot nobody
But I beat up all these niggas coming round here trynna rob me
I ain't got nothing for you
but I'm not really chasing mine
I soak it all up like a sitting fly
'Cause nowadays getting by, nothing more than an occasional meal and getting high
and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy
Get up,
know I'm rich, my bag up high
All this water drippin', see this glass, oh my
Know it might look temptin', but look past me, bye
'Cause you try to rob
you're neither here nor there
I'll escape all cares and go anywhere
With you, you, you, you
Doesn't really matter what we
Do, do, do, do
If you're by my
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
Ya, praying for them better times
Praying for them better times
This world is in need of them better times
Ya man
There's nothing left for me, my
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