Lyrics:
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
and bring it down to the rented
By now, it's a little past five
And I'm still trying to roll, could barely open my eyes
Next thing I know, she giving me
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
blew up
Three 6 got a chance, Young Buck kept it real
Now we connected this thing from New Orleans to Ca$hville
[Interlude]
And most of these
the white, choppers by the back door
Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough
Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring
Got
Two doors down there's a jukebox
That plays all night long
Real sad songs
All about me and you
Two doors down there's a barmaid
That serves 'em
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
I'mma die a real nigga
I'mma die a real nigga, I'mma die a real nigga
My wrist so froze, my bitch so cold, my trap so set
Got burglar bar doors and I'm
gone but not forgotten) (2x)
Just left da lawyers office shit done got real,
3 weeks for i drop now dey got a deal,
do a year an the other charges
To hold us from the real and playing it out the speakers
So, no your honor
We ain't gon' settle down until we get a sponsor
And we ain't gon' get up outta
Rockers on twenty-three chrome
You got your gun on you
I hate it if you done left it at home
Cause six is blasting nice and fast
And better clean your
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
That's real
People act a different way with me
I feel don't nobody wanna play with me
And that's ill cause they treat me like a stain on their
hear the sound
Victory horns as we conquer new ground
Partner with the local
C3 in our town
Team starting to grow
Into something so profound
Life's good
mess with them shawty
My life real shawty blood sweat and tears shawty
Through out these years I done told 'em how it is shaawty
No mills rap niggas
black sister
Gotta make her richer
So tell me what's real, partner
[Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
we go to the wrasslin' matches and let off
a little steam?"
Now I'd never seen the matches before
And by the time we reached that arena door
Kon kyn o doz kowan
Blach messi ghi kumman
Wakanda wakanda
Am the real willy wonka
Ki3jabhom ndirlom hoka
Ghay labdo dorka
M3tinahomch krasa
La3
with me
Become one with me, this is channel three
High definition, ghetto TV, DVD
Cable networks, stick your fingers
In the bullet holes in my
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
my life
In the CPT
I said my life , my life , my life
Hoo-Bangin gangstas
Check it out
[ VERSE 3 ]
In the 6-6-6 5-0 Trey or Deuce
Real G's draggin it
could hear some hip hop
But little did we know she meant the house that rocked
The house that rocked(x3)
She was a real flygirl,dressed in leather
a thousand circles
A man hit me
Saying that he’d be here in a minute
All I’ve got to do is wrap it
And bring it down to the rented
By now, it’s a little past
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