Lyrics:
street
Chilling by a black Cadillac on sum black feet
Scrappy in a Chevy watching Scarface on the flat screen
Told y'all constantly, ride wit the pump
Bare knucks, baby
We been to get our swang on
Old school goin' down be some great fun
Look at my knuckles, I'm missin' 3 humps
That's from bustin'
has that got to do with me?"
And I say, "You mean to tell me that's all?"
Of three men in a desert wandering
One is knowing and two are scared
key
The key to remain, relationship sanity
Now it was crazy
Fiending for her love, and texting her daily
Abstinence is what she went by
No sex, I
me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But now I'm pointin' the finger
and si-reens
When I feet first they yo' rings, now they my rings
So give it up punk and then I just
Put another jack in progress
It's the American way
wanted dead'
That's all it said
I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green
Hear shots and sirens
When I feet first they yo' rings, now
at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But now I'm pointin the finger at police
Instead of them motherfuckers
and I'm wanting mo
The teller know me by my name I ain't fronting hoe
My numbers goin' up no nobody harder
I'm ending my night in somebody's daughter
You
on that ass come and test me bitch
You don't know who the fuck you're steppin' to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do'
My
Hear shots and si-reens
When I feet first they yo' rings, now they my rings
So give it up punk and then I just
put another jack in progress
It's
on the lil' skinny passenger
A bitch is screamin in a rage so I blasted her
Smashed and I got about 5 blocks
Before I got stopped by punk ass cops
(Shit,
Seven in the morning, standing in the line
Three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine
Two in the back of me sucking on a joint
And one in
we in your chin
We embursted with a curse and be worse
First and kick first now vice-versa
Two feet first they kick first and worse
Reimburse
squawking
How it sounds really
Feet on the coffee table trying to count a milli
I ain't cha average, I'm established
Shot out to Meg The Stallion, I'm
on the order of 16th of an inch or smaller. They drift by the window and I can see them against the dark sky. There were literally thousands of them. It looked
my props
Three toolys on me now I be swaggin like my pops
R.I.P. dat man yeah I really miss my dawg
Man he never even got a chance to hear one a my
and stop ridin' my dick
Leave that to yo main bitch, let her live once
Niggaz always surround when I burn my blunts
Give me three feet and let me eat
Listen to this rhyme, and tell us what you think
One, two, three, Grand Puba's on the count
Rhyming gets me papes in very large amount
Brother,
re-enter this scent and get into you
These three dots, I plot and spot, then I shoot
I keep a chopper under the medium Hilfiger
I throw back punks, comin'
Yeah, I'm feeling lit
I put a three-five in a 'Wood, higher than a bitch, huh
Yeah, I'm feeling lit, ooh
I'm feeling lit (boom)
I put
punk in this
I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels
And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills
Givin' up deals, hills let em' go for
Hear shots and si-reens
When I feet first they yo' rings, now they my rings
So give it up punk and then I just
put another jack in progress
It's
Peep us
Prolly coolin chillin with the feet up
Come easy gettin this lettuce
Got beef but you no gon catch up
Got no cheddar
Nigga your army like
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