Lyrics:
be runnin’ with
That nigga ain’t shit neither, he was up at south side
Big Boi poppin' cause he made that Bankhead Bounce shit
I almost slapped his
solo
And Meechie in the south but still would come and kick yo front door
Broke geekin' out that south but wilding out, bitch if you don't know
I'm
he be runnin? with
That nigga ain't shit neither, he was up at South Side
Big Boi poppin' 'cause he made that Bankhead Bounce shit
I almost
front, back, side to side
Rolling back home looking clean and mean
Armor-All on my tires bumping a cut by Al Green
Stopped at my homey South Central
chin shots
Beat the rock until they send cops (or what?)
'Til one of us'll get carried out on the thin cot
Emergency room skin chopped by ten docs
This one right here goes out to my frauds, scammers, workers that don't work, wannabe
Stick up kids, trying to get by on others' demise. Just let it
if they're dull
Time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere
The trees and I are
they're dull
Time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere
The trees and I are shaken by
they do to me
Need to chill, try to stop
Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop
I'm with my Momma rent-a-car with ten and a half pounds
No DL's,
majen roshi o
Ema wo awon Abinuku
Won ni n ma saye mi o
Wise up make you chop knuckle
No let dem bad mind stop you
Believe in God and in your hustle
Na by
CEO LIFESTYLE
Pick a side
I know you hitting my line
Now you see I'm getting fly
Had to eat the hot dogs and beans
To get by
Bora Bora today
I'm
at the cash point waiting for addicts
It's 12 o'clock at night, when the Giro comes
I'm there with the package, trapping
Feds tryna stop me from rapping, mad
motherfuckers used to
Like the beginning of "Mean Streets"
I'm a urban legend, South Central in a certain section
Can't express how I curbed detectives
Guess
makin it hard
And by the time they get in-to your pad
You done flushed it down the toilet and now they're mad
And so they're mad as hell and take you
nice
So it's old flows, new flows, goals go, do blows
Now I'm on the road doing shows for some euros
Asking how I done it, man, I did it by the grace
New F&N in your new purse, that shit go hand in hand
Let's take a trip and have our feet out by the sand
Just make a promise you won't let go of my hand
I ain't got no time
Time is of the essence so i put it in a rhyme
Pre op select difficulty level
Level is die hard mode now stop accept and brace
on the kitchen
Cooking the sauce
Kantsiyf ki jen
Skot wghi chof
I’m like nbolt
Khouk msoffler
mamanich jouj
F lghaba mogli i’m husling
Working no stop
Working no
Hey yo one time right now
So Incase you all don't know
This is Zion
Chiii
I go by the name Hypeman Teddy
Ribi duba du ribi re re ra ra
Se wati ma
f-o-e-n e-ntertainment
Turn me up, Deezy
These niggas from Duhtroyt Yeah, we keep shit hot
And it's never gonna stop Until our casket drop
Nigga
my peripheral I see you scheming
Stop dreaming, I leave your body steaming
Niggas is fiending, what's the meaning
I'm leaning on any nigga
my peripheral I see you scheming
Stop dreaming, I leave your body steaming
Niggas is fiending, what's the meaning
I'm leaning on any nigga
'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit
We won't stop shit, everybody move
Two words, BK, NY, Bed-Stuy
Two harsh, too hungry, too many, that's why
These
Another pleasant day in the countryside
Has ended up in tears on a stormy night
'Cause you can't follow my directions home
But don't stop now
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