Lyrics:
chance
So man stay focus
So when e come
E no go pass me by
My brother is alright
Siping on my lean and sprite
So much life.
Chorus
Another level
Man de
"Aceyalone? What to do?
Hang up on the motherfucker, fuck that fool"
Said he wants all the styles you took
Nigga actin like he wrote the book
By the tone
Red
(Oh my God, Ronny)
Sit on the couch, ho
Pimp shit, intro to outro
Rich and I'm shallow, spit like thinkin' I might choke
Drink like Cinco
hop, will continue to be fucked up
You playin by a different set of rules you got me fucked up
Respect the hood Marshall, or the hood'll take you out
You
hop, will continue to be fucked up
You playin by a different set of rules you got me fucked up
Respect the hood Marshall, or the hood'll take you out
You
crawlin' at night, with eyes shifty
In the bright lights, the big city
The fiends come sortin' the price, with nine fifty
In the bright lights, the big city
of things
What good is havin a head and not no brains?
She asked me if I know 50 and who made "Tipsy"
Quick to get with me, quicker to get busy
She dizzy
got my (B****) insta wanna rock with up in a 50M. Rock the boat, Buy the boat. Grab that (H**) by the throat, Eeny Meeny Miney Mo, every opp gotta go,
chin-chilla covas, on my G-Unit sweata (Yeah!!)
On Tuesdays and Thursdays they say tha vikes rollin'
We see 'em ride by, but we act like we don't know 'em
They
bling here
Been having a Benz, been having Vettes, been having a Rover
Gotta house by the lake, look here ask Joe Claire, see I told ya
Been having
Now niggaz drink brew, guzzle Lucefer stew
Young E, only eleven, got a three-fifty-seven
And said he sold drugs by day 'cause havin cream was
"Aceyalone? What to do?
Hang up on the motherfucker, fuck that fool"
Said he wants all the styles you took
Nigga actin like he wrote the book
By the tone
scratched
In fact, now that I think, back, I was gettin macked
by a tender, oh yeah now I remember
Vanessa from Maryland, aggressive and tanned
It was
night, kick, push, gotta skate
Tony Hawk 900, Big time young stunner
All this ice, kid chill, might freeze by summer
All this money in the way, NSYNC like
What good is havin a head and not no brains?
She asked me if I know 50 and who made "Tipsy"
Quick to get with me, quicker to get busy
She dizzy
estate is
dwellin on the city on top of these sky scrapers
me? I keep a watch over the whole of my acres
to those who wanna take us from 5'0's to fakers
scratched
In fact, now that I think, back, I was gettin macked
by a tender, oh yeah now I remember
Vanessa from Maryland, aggressive and tanned
It was
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