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I lost some friends
But I don't need that
You don't need money
But I need cash
Don't sell your soul
Your gonna need that
Your gonna need that
My diamonds go pop (go pop)
My diamonds go rock (go rock)
Lawd, Louis V step
Gucci all down to the socks
1 o'clock,2 o'clock, 3 o'clock
I put fashion
switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
'Cause you won't get a receipt, that's when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin' pictures
read it?
Over and out, movin with swift celsius, I melted him down
Jet movin up, level seven seven six oh
with Darth Vader and 3P0
R2-D2,
and leave ya rose D3 6 foot dug hole
R.I.P yea it's a sad thing but life goes on now they holding back tears tryna stay strong
Now they wanna hear ya voice
pistol P that's on my soul
I remember white folks had the regal on the foe
Roc knew he couldn't hustle
Why the fuck you selling blow
I was rolling
spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by
Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about her struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my
Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about her struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my
want yo diamond rings
Not impressed by yo chains
For the love not the fame
Made a vow to the game
I would never sell my soul for a motherfuckin thang
numbers, flip a
Key, fuck some haters, shake 'em off
Get a P, sell that bitch for thirty-three
Like I'm in Boston
Pockets full of blue hundreds
Yeah that's
wannabes, they act like G's and then go R.I.P
I would never sell my soul, this shit cost more than anything
I can only sell my shows, you gotta pay, this
the tech spray a flame like a airbrush artist
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Chevy P aka Smoke]
Shiit.. I'll die for mine you ain't gon take it wit ease
You better go
Bill, three is gonna break out
The stylee, me and P E T E
Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo
Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat
And I'll
Bill, three is gonna break out
The stylee, me and P E T E
Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo
Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat
And I'll
by One
Bitch I'm sending fucking hell
After I see you your boys hear bells
3.5 Freeze you like a cold spell
Take your fucking soul that bitch I'll sell
these verses
Me wo krom stilli p3 bidi until I be a legend
Me koma do me fie, it's why I'm twi-pop repping
In and out with the flows, Champion coast
world,
Still,
R.I.P.P.S.
R.I.P.P.S.
It's still,
R.I.P.P.S.
Still,
Representing for,
The gangstas,
cll across the world,
Still,
It's still,
Rest in
on a mission, you see
There's money that I'm missin'
I got 'em posted
Told 'em "Move and I'ma murder y'all"
You and all the trouble goin'
Through by servin' y'all
ROLL CALL
[How many lives you take lul nigga
How many souls you steal
Don’t be runnin up on me if you ain’t go blow me cuz I got heat fa sell
what’s hot
Who sells a lot, which lepara is hogging the spot
It’s all about who killed who, who thrilled who, who built who
Beat jacking hoping nobody knew
hot
Who sells a lot which lepara is hogging the spot
It’s all about who killed who, who thrilled who, who built who
Beat jacking hoping nobody knew
If
to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch
you think I sell my soul
But I'm way too cold, motherfucker!
Sittin in my livin room
Thinkin of, a master plan
Tryin to find a way out
Then I
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