Lyrics:
heard herb
Should talk in sign language, y'all don't deserve words
I get my serve swerved, may leave 'em 1st 3rd
Stop lyin' lie for what
Steer a whip,
on the road, neck and wrists on froze (say word)
Checks with O's, O-O-O-O-O's
Straight all across the globe, watch got three time-zones
Keep the digital phone
need batteries
Putting in a hundred percent not twenty three
Got haters and got a lot of enemies
But that's alright they ain't got the same energy
I
cause you'll be the last ass to blast fast
Way, above the rim
Word to Birdie I'm from Jersey leavin niggaz actin nerdy
Back sturdy, my dirt, by my lonely,
of the key 50th laws
Black work three times harder learnt that from small
Marathon continues got my best foot forward
We go build upon and take this culture by
Well I have been in here for two or three days and they
won't let me out! No. They've left me stuck in this here studio and what can I do but mumble
soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm back
Four hundred bricks, and yup, the kids stance
Sponsored by my cousin in Stan', maintainin'
Got
say I, I flex N grind, I-I-I flex n grind
I-I-I flex n grind, these haters don't respect my mind
Say I, I flex and grind
I'm cool but never satisfied
Go
so we could kick it
Right in front of his lenses, nothing here is malicious
You sat by me in that movie, we went outside for them doobies
We walkin'
satin shoes
My first pair of heels, the first of three
Mum said
Heels for occasions- today is an occasion
Actually, today is the biggest day of my life
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
God is the greatest but I'm hearin' Illuminati doing favors (yes)
2 Chains, six watches (pika pika)
Hundred million two pockets, whoa, double M
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
money baby, they shady, we get shady
Dress up like ladies and burn em with thirty-three-eighties
Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out
I got
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
who got props
on top, jail niggaz get mad bigger
And yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures
Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama
Comma,
Every thing don't mean two things, watch this
[hook]
Young Gucci mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two things [Repeat: x3
Riding in the Hood
Heard the Big Bad Wolf said he never used the n-word
He huffs and puffs, he'll snuff you in an alley
But the Three Little Pigs scurry
brothers?
Cause by killing him just made
His words teach others
Like Martin Luther King he preached peace
Like the West East beef finally
That shit is rotten
three hundred dollars.
These shoes are three hundred dollars.
These shoes are three hundred fucking dollars.
Let's get 'em!
Um...this style runs small. I
Floatin' through the clouds
She said she was diggin' on my sound
FN came with 100 rounds
Good gas, we gon' smoke it by the pound
Got this water
Step by step we march
Day by day we're waking up
With braver hearts
We are fighting hard
Once we have been told a secret
Too risky to know
Three years
and so forth? [spoken words – Moses Asch]
Well, in the first place, the whole entire family was musicians. And I
started playing when I was fourteen
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