Lyrics:
get away
Walking home that night
The sack across my back the sound of sobbing on my shoulder
When suddenly it stopped
I opened up the sack, all
because I'm doing the lambada
The forbidden dance, here's my chance
To make romance in my B-boy stance
Parlay romancing into financing
Opened up
on the block
Knowing the set was mine
No more hand-to-hand contact
I'm known for supplying
Since I opened up this set 'chere
This how it's gon' be
Ain't
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
I die, females fall when I pass by
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
You know me; hundred dollar bills on my fold up, 80 4's every time I roll up
Purple drink
man
Nature opened up his skin for sun
When he came up from the south he was on the run
To the top of the world, his traveling's never done
He's
of Heaven' shirt was way too big for him
His horns were long and sharp and then he opened up those eyes
That said
"I am, I am, I am, I am the truth"
I
long friend
An old man now by trade
I figured it's how he had help me out
With his fortune he had made
I said, 'Old pal, I need your help
I hate
didn't care what they say
Cause we knew that we'd be best friends someday
We opened up like the curtains on broadway
And man ever since its not been
nigga I ain't ask that
Down south ain't home you need to bring that ass back
Doing big things just by the word of mouth
Well them niggas don't know you
CEO LIFESTYLE
Pick a side
I know you hitting my line
Now you see I'm getting fly
Had to eat the hot dogs and beans
To get by
Bora Bora today
I'm
on me
Don't give up on me
Time flies by while having fun
It's all gone in a wink
And now the days feel more like months
Don't know what to think
time, Tim pulled up by himself
He parked and walked in the building, and then he checked his mail
James a face Tim ain't never seen, shorty and Tim
Up
on the table when you chillin for lunch,
And head up with your door open feelin your blunt,
Where I'm from 20 gone by the end of the month,
I get drunk smoke
but I ain't no saint
I been tryna fix all my mistakes
You didn't really live if you ain't know pain
I been tryna live not going insane
Hold up let me
Shoot out the big body, choppa like fa fa
Feel like the reverend, I shoot from the south side
I'm in a AMG coupé when I drive by
Look at my wrist, yeah
Hello, it's nice to meet you
They call me Rell if you didn't know by
Now , I came from South Carolina, man
I'm pretty close to my grandma, you know
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
Here lies less more
Four slugs from a forty-four
No less no more
Out in Arizona just south of Tucson
Where tumbleweeds tumble in search
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
Yesterday
I came across America
While clearing out the cupboard in the back room
Picked it up
Opened it at New York
Streets that hadn't been dusted
I've opened the gates, it's all the greats I run beside
Open your mind like thighs that's right I'm coming inside, yuh
I work hard to boost you high up
outside[00:33.81]Actin' up, actin' up[00:35.39]Cause people get jealous and wish you to die[00:37.15]Mask it up, mask it up[00:38.62]So I gotta be real when they stick by
on life
We took trips down South, biscuits and chicken
Me you granddad and Alison, trippin'
Remember, you used to pick me up from junior high
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