Lyrics:
don’t want to call a truce
We got beef till they die got to play by the rules
Free hitman he don’t play with them tools
Make lil baby arch before I hit my
magical Lil' Rob and The Shadow
We're coming at you like horns my mother regrets I was born
And I know you like it like porn treat the streets like hors
gon shake the street
Stand up nigga before I fold I'll take a seat
Imma Moneygame nigga bitch I play for keeps
Find out where a nigga lay his head
See me in the street walk right by me
Okay picture that like IG
Small size but I'm concrete
Hardbody name hold weight don't make me cut up
Like Edward
the bitches smilin'
A little diamond
Keep the pussy for a little while and
I'll be gone
Mr. tony street tycoon
Lounging, 4 rottweilers, 5 bedrooms (hey)
I'm bout to square it off
Everybody better stay in they homes
Cus when I spit, I'm representin
I'm protected by chrome
My old G Hump done told me
Dont you wanna
Talk about it a lil bit
Floss for a lil bit
'Cause i'm just getting right into the thick of it
Here's a story, guess who's telling it
like u know me
Don't come to me talking shit if you own me
I do this shit by my dolly
Ya fuck niggas keep on thinking tht y'all Made
I used to ball
worship fake gods
I deal
When the money callin
Never let it rang
Whatchu need I got it
Prolly sell it by the eighth
Mr.Workaholic
Always make the play
Mr
on my crew
I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees
So God please have a lil' mercy
fucked her friend
It's the Keioni king, Mr. Been Had Bands
Mr. Big Man what you want, what you tryna' spend
Oouu, I'm so sleep
I'm so geeked
I'm too street
it up and attack, and get a robot commando
If I do it up right and put the head on straight
I'll be saved by the creature that I create
I'll get
Lil Nikki On State Street
A Hell of A Day
Rest In Peace To B.I.G & Shorty Frank
We Gotcha Renee “ DearBorns “
Outro
(Talking At The End )
Rest
my name Mr. Krabs
I'm bout my dough like my name Mr. Krabs
I spend all my time steady stacking this cash
I don't give a fuck what they talking bout man
straight to the top
They cost a stack, so don't step on the shoes
And ya know I'm strapped, I'ma play by the rules
You know me, I walked up in the spot,
on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got
and I'mma just gon' play
And bitches be tripping
Cause they don't wanna ever stay
Down with a nigga when a nigga's doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I
and I'mma just gon' play
And bitches be tripping
Cause they don't wanna ever stay
Down with a nigga when a nigga's doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I
(Oh, oh, oh)
Drop a hundred of them thangs put a little on my baby
Lil' baby, lil' baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my
difference from my hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
I told ya'll niggaz it's a war outside
But these niggaz don't
lil' bitty niggas
I wish you would play with me, boy, you a bitch, yeah
They got exotic, I told them to mail it
I don't gotta touch it, somebody gon'
pay the bill (pay the bill)
I don't play detective games they play, no, I don't play with them (play with them)
I don't free-pick niggas when I beef
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
a homicide
A lot of niggas say they got my
Back But then they don't ride
You either with me or not
Can't play both sides
Yeah I sat back n watch
And seen
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