Lyrics:
(can't believe this girl)
To still want to be my lady (you know what I tell about)
You must be crazy (she can not kiss)
To still want to be my lady (an
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
like
I know that this time I can get it right
From the wound to the tune my Momma said I Be amazing
Just have patience and be a first Baseman see
chainsmokin'
Fiendin' for a vic, fiendin' for a sick flow
Mama seen to the stove, biscuit, chicken box, chicken pox or not?
Dirty socks with the hole by
huh
I can't breath that's disrespect huh
I ga forget it cant be upset huh
Could be mistaken if this was just one time
This ain't no secret this been
love me in my city
V.I.C. it's getting silly
Hit da BOP Da Baby Diddy
Walk the walk and talk it really
Color money called it funny money
Now yall money
done got myself into?
This shit is dense
Damn, I'm gettin' faded
Muthafuckas tryin to take my driver's license and shit
Bitch, you can't fade
the shit hits the fan, that ass'll get dropped
Mc's want to attack me but them punks can't cope
I'll have you left without a job, like Isley from The Love
pants might need a zip rock that shit all on your hip
Wearing boots owens rick, rest in peace to big vic
I took your bitch and made her mine, It’s my time
They hatin' on me, it's like they don't wanna see me make it
I caught my time, they turned their back like they didn't wanna face me
They can't be
gar that shit gon get me lift
Hella racks up in this car
Homie bet that's nun but drip
Homie bet I never slip
I couldn't be the vic
Bet I'm with
drinking right now vic
It's four am you got work at six
Hangover starts like I'm seasick
Think I need a sponsor
I turned into a monster
Can't let this go any
told me this is how to get rich, y'all
Makin' hit songs, same lame lyrics, same bass, same kickdrum
Buy the record, you became a vic-vic
whatever can't be up on lost shit yea
They say love don't cost shit but it'll get you killed if you don't be cautious yea
Yea yea yea yeah
A KEY CANT BE THE KING OF NEW YORK YOU DONT START YA SQUAD WIT A KEY IM SMARTER THAN A NIGGA WIT A HARVARD DEGREE , BOUT TO BE IN EVERYONES TOP 3 ARGUABLY
bitch you is hurt
I got it out the mud these niggas be mad
And if you run up this 40 kick back
Vic pull up hit you with a ball bat
Vargas pull up he gone
that bad or was I good enough?
I'm under pressure, I can't run plays like this
My mama always said that there'll be days like this
I'm all alone by
know what I'm sayin'?
I just call it like I see it.
And this is the way I be seeing it where I'm living.
Now I was born a convict so I had to learn
Comes to end of discussion gone be the
Greatest round you
I'm steady thanking all of my supporters man i
Really love ya be prepared for all the bullshit
your girl
I'll never go, wait and see, can't be wrong
Don't you know this is where you belong? Oh
So sweet
So sweet
So sweet oh, oh, love
(Sweet
"Solo Vic, Solo Vic"
"What's up?"
"How does it feel to be a free man?"
"Well you know it feels great to have my freedom back you know"
"What's
get you right Let's make every night the greatest night
I told you how it is, baby, this that Kamasutra
That one-night stand love, that love shit I
no Harry Potter
No this not imaginary house I'm not a foster
Cant hurt me now been saved by grace
Cant pull me down to that old place
We worship now
are you tryna erase
Can’t be the faith
Hot as the sun
Droppin’ a ton
3 minus 2, she say I’m the 1
I’m on the one
I’m on the run
I’m on the street
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