Lyrics:
a different habitat
Just to cut my grass the landscaper
Make a half a stack
I'm the truth and you a lie, commit suicide
Just dose off in a coffin
And take
man looking nervous
Something like a witness (Snitch)
Call the key, whipping like a slave
Catch me in the cut low
Something like a fade
I'm blowing
ain't new to me, I been here before
Get the pack, double back, moving zips by the store
All black, Nike texture, there ain't no Christian Dior
Try
If life is just a dream, then we stay asleep
Will you ever wake the key to being free?
Float like a butterfly, Sting like a bee
Shoot all the shots
Give me the black card
Get the money and stack it tall
Ima get it , I want it all
team
They know I'm Down for my team
I hold it down for my team
Verse 2
96 I heard track
2 dope boys in a cadalliac
By big boy and three stacks
They
save a hoe cus I stay jumping hoes like Shaq
Stay wit the pole like Papp
Ain't been broke cus I'm paid by the boat like that
Panda panda, omg
Black
Cease, B.I.G., boy
And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that's not Leonard Nimoy
88 keys on the keyboard
I'm down to catch wreck, take them first three
keys
And you know I keep my self protected with the M16
And I'm serving fiends that ease the police
I do not freeze I'm from the northside I use my
What's up, dog?
What you need, nigga?
Ah shit, one time
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
up link up
Sync up
Lace up ball up Take loss pay cut pay what
Stack up back up Step up Bless up Say What
Wake up wake up wake up Take cup shake up
coconut rum with a lil umbrella
Game shooter, I take trips to the Bramuter so many cars
I got more keys than a computer
Screens fall like snow
at
Any opportunities
Which I'm seeking
But y'all peeping
All my movements every track
I'm never holding back
Giving what I got cause I'm black
But I
at
Any opportunities
Which I’m seeking
But y’all peeping
All my movements every track
I’m never holding back
Giving what I got cause I’m black
But I rather
all ballin, she callin
Yea, she callin
Yea yea yea yea
Now I'm 18 I can do what I want
Bring some bags and go to the mall
Whip coupe, stay black same
Balmains
We got the bat like a ball game
Run up a check on my avenue
I'm tryna stack up the revenue, flavors
Colors on colors, that's flavors
Colors
through the club seeing sister on with some tight skirts
But what I got on ya a sack black lips and lungs
I got what I got to stack hunds and ones
Now I
(Bun B)
When I first started back in 1989
I wasn't movin keys I barely movin dimes
Started comin up fiends recognize my face
Started payin off
When I first started back in 1989
I wasn't moving keys I barely moving dimes
Started coming up fiends recognize my face
Started paying off
still be buildin' stacks and packs rollin through the blacks
Black ashtrays with blunt reds and crack sacs
We sittin' and chillin' what we're feenin'
while you worry bout me
At the top of the charts is where you know that I'll be
I got the streets on lock and I'm insertin my key
I got the game
talking stacks, now believe 'em
I got hoes screaming my name like Bieber
Be basic, I rock all black like I'm the reaper
He wanna be me, I can't be him, go
the value of a dollar
Fiends know me and wave like I'm a star
Cause they know I've got the white girl
And the black tar in my car
So when you see the nigga
Thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the Leer
Dressed in a black tux, forty cal tucked, strapped in a chair
Half-asleep hoppin' out of my
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