Lyrics:
a fiend
She spilled cocaine all on my jeans
How you finna top that huh
Smokin a blunt wit the top back huh
About to by the block back huh
Talkin my shit oh
heard about, fresher than you heard about
Yeah I'm strapped now pussy nigga this ain't just word of mouth
For niggas wit dirty mouths, I got a lot
Now matter where I go, you got'cha eyes on me,
And everybody sittin' around waitin' on me,
Show us how you do it uncle snoopy,
So fluid wit' your
and the consequences and I still do it
And then I'm so fresh, them niggas mildew it
Not just a actor by profession, pimp, I live movies
That's why they whisper when
It's a fine line wit this rap shit
Between dope shit and da wack shit
I see a lot of stars, not a lot of bars
But by my name theres an asterisk
I
a change
Not doin a lot of talkin bout it what's yo game?
You slippin you can't never do that
That's when you get jacked
For yo life over your emotions
Life ain't nothing but a big old twist
A lot of times when I'm smoking, I'm doing that just to reminisce
It's funny, on how s*** be
A lot of money,
chase
(By any means)
The more you doing good' that brings a lot hate
(It comes wit it)
My niggas carry choppers' like the ones they use in kuwait
(Real
nigga, we livin on hell nigga.
This is hell mutha fuckas.
Verse 1
Uh.
All my life it's like I'm fuckin around wit the wrong people
make a movie about my
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause
hot, I wait for winter when it's cooler (cooler)
U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you know the deal
In P.A.T. it's Trap or Die and we ain't down for
hot, I wait for winter when it's cooler (cooler)
U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you know the deal
In P.A.T. it's Trap or Die and we ain't down for
everyone got the blues
'Cause I'm in touch wit 'em
When I sing the blues it's my life.
I got the number one record in Detroit right now
It's called
like that
Make them bitch fine hoes shake they bootie like that
21 row scrap wit lil' boosie it like that
Play mad games wit me
I'll do ya like that
and roamers can't really ask
"We going out T?" "Bitch I'm headed to the valley
So I'm out about to make some money
Pull up to a trailor wit about 800
Unload it
sleep with the fishes
Fucking wit Wordsmith I wouldn't even risk it
Oil money dirty guap Russell Gibson
Run down and pop a nigga in his shit
Got a double
don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am,
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
And we roll
He mix wit
Got caught by the
Now that nigga
Now that nigga dead
When up it I'm aiming for heads
I'll Heard they was laxking they filled em wit
of some bomb indo
Floss through South Central, I'm on my way to the Eastside
We high, blazing like crazy and don't know why (what's up wit' it?)
Feeling
care about is money stacking these dollars coming up wit all of these hits
Up in the mix everyday i gotta get it y'all betta come get ya fix
Tapped in
the bitch round 1 o clock
And I was done by 3
Ima Real pimp Nigga boy that bitch paid me
Wtf wrong wit her thought I was fucking for free
Wit this rap
choosin'
Shit I get wit 'em i'm a real pimp
But I don't ever wear my hair curly
And I don't ever go to sleep early bitch
It's the middle of the night
I'm
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