Lyrics:
bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps
G-packs get
it all, what's your price nigga
Beware pride comes before the fall, who gon hold you down
'Cause twenty-five eight
Twenty-five eight
I'm just tryna
Sweatpants rolled up a little bit
20 grand in each sock
Portfolio full of stocks
I'ma buy back the block
Invest in corporations
Paper into mom and pop's
Every time I close my eyes, I picture you
Now that you've gone and said goodbye awake each night I lie
Dreams have died and hopes are few
I'm not
the Refugee Camp!
Run up on you be , and leave your seat damp!
And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low
From Madina up to Y.O.
El Capitan
it's simple as that
I'ma Figga he ah Figga it's depper than rap
I'ma nigga you a nigga we each got a gat
I cope chop and sell you eat by the pack
Boots,
that what determine the outside of me
I been out in the cold so long shit the cold don’t bother me
Every other day its a drug sell its a gun shot its
Aye aye
Aye aye
Its Nine-Twenty, its Nine-Twenty
Its Nine-Twenty, its Nine-Twenty
In the party blowing gas
I cant pass that
She tryna take it
Yo, hah yo, rah, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
Inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by
Holly turnt this shit up
Ace C on the mix
Know I'm a p fr
You know I sell ps fr
"Stacks"
Know I'm a p fr
You know I sell ps fr
I'm not impressed
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell
[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out
Introducin' the international
Worldwide, Brick City
To each his own, I'ma have
within
I am complete my friend
The way I’ve always been
They will sell you hollow dreams
To occupy your time, wasted opportunities
They will sell you
bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps
G-packs get
In Cuba, each merry maid
Wakes up with this serenade
Peanuts! They're nice and hot
Peanuts! I sell a lot
If you haven't got bananas, don't be
an hour of my time worth eight twenty-five
Working forty hour weeks till we die
Working over time and I'm barely getting by
In America they say you need
ooh (to the rim)
And these pints I got, some of 'em I sell, they is not sealed (not sealed)
Take somethin' off that extra, I like extra money, that's
I just poured a four of activs up inna Donald duck
Showed it to my nigga Gucci Lucas he gone pour it up
We up in the studio with 20 packs of double
tell
Make his hoe pick up the shells
Fuck a job
Like a boat ima sell
Wake up get a sack and by the night I get it off
Yeah bitch I got dope you hit it
Rip Kobe that nigga a legend to me
Pillow talking to the hoes and snitching the same it's telling to me
Flip it by the pound so much loud it sound
to people got a lot of time to think about it you find something to sell to people Then you go get super rich
Then you can buy like 20 cars
Hey dad yeah how
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