Lyrics:
gotta pay a fee
We can fly out to the tropics oh you wanna see a scene?
Wanna be all in my crew and yeah she wanna live her dreams
Wanna be right
do I go to fall in love to know that it's fake (How many times)
Minding my business hop in my lane but no I'm not known to race (Hey)
How many times
mean
They scream mayday
When I empty out the scene
With this AK
I live my life every day
Like it's Payday
100 rounds 50 pounds
And a AK
We hold it down
how the game came to me, boy
I see the shit for what it is, I see the snakes and the ploys
Never slipping, I'm heavy gripping a packet of this
They want
Thinkin that I'm rich from the game or illegal fame
Gotta lotta dap from the boys who believe the same
Couldn't tell you why, I live this little lie
Tryin
of the Looms
Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?
Or just another fruit in this room?
It's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me
The strange fruit hangs by the treasonous
The U.S. never meant it's for us
So I take a knee & pledge to my people
My pedigree pure, ain't no room for evil
You
that everything just gets lost in there
And if it never comes out,? that?s ok by me..
And on other side, ???..at the top there may light at the end
I do this for ya'll man
Malice, Nickelus F, it's the remix!
Lights slow motion, steppin' out the Phantom
All eyes on me, peekin' and glancin'
to ball
While waiting for this pussy ass job to call
And it ain't hopping
Got me tipping to hear them things popping
Cash bags dropping
With plenty
that clown shit Unless you want an ass whoopin from IT
Ay you talk like we the same
Boy I ain’t Nothin’ Like You
Ohh no no, oh no I’m not
So don’t
Yo, this is to the entire critical mass, my nigga Ty Shawn (?), Jah Born and
Big 2.
This how we do, check it out:
Yeah
Day light disappears from
She ask me "Where you goin' after this ?"
I told her "It's givin' out fed"
Pretty brown bitch in my bed, She givin' me head
Thats how I live
Don't
Ugh
It's ya
Boy
Woo
Pull up to the scene
See how an Outkast can look so fresh so clean
Jealous faces looking so mean
Yall needa back up heal that
boom
Can't nobody do it like this, show out, way too clean
Gotta check on both arms and a whole car on my wrist
I just got a late night text, for a bag,
this statement
It's not about East or West
It's about n****z and b****es
Power and money, riders and punks
Which side are you on?
Gun c***ed, six
turn up in this place, get this party started
You got a problem then please get the fuck up out it
Uh, These foreign girls looking so exotic
But when
by other men
No pretend
This is what it is
This is what you live
Take a second to remove the dagger from your ribs
'Cause more than not
The offender's
Knock 'em out, sell 'em, move on, it's a fast buck and the race is on to get in, get out, get what you want, get out it's the short term, the long term
you
Better kill that white boy"
And I don't know what race you are
You straight trash
We ain't in the same weight class
Plus you look like you wearin'
pocket I ain't even get it out
Out the car in the house seen him sittin on the couch
He was Staring at the floor looking like he wasn't there
Got me
this
Cain and Abel, Jesus and Judas
Caesar and Brutus, I see intruders avert your eyes
I told you keep out of the hood, circumcise
How could you
face to face, step back then I fade away
Like MJ pull up, zoom, came on the scene like boom
Can't nobody do it like this, show out, way too clean
Gotta
wit the Mac, alright
After this I'm putting up my race
After this I'm putting up my race
Baby I don't play
It's a new day, I know things will be okay
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