Lyrics:
it
Put my name in the game
Can't throw dirt
Pain just what came w it
Me myself and I
We was made in the same image
We a never be the same nigga
It's
Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec
My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts
I'm high when I sag my 2 Black
Not in it for the money
But I know that I've gotta pay
Love's gonna getcha
But only when I letcha
And I don't wanna turn away
Why can't the boys
Not in it for the money
But I know that I've gotta pay
Love's gonna getcha
But only when I letcha
And I don't wanna turn away
Why can't the boys
caps
Don't lie in my raps, I'm speaking the facts
Stars in the ceiling, outside its matte black
Tryna put BSO all on the map, I drip like a sink and my
still throw shade on em
Say she love when she see me , told her tatt my face on her
It BBI Do or Die, weed smoker I'm a straight loner
Do Or Die we get
in the ground
Western skies calling out
Won't catch us walking away
Ooo Nothing left to hold us back
All of our doubts, throw 'em away
Away from me
Gul throw dem legs up
Beat it up like a bully
Throw it back from the front
Over head like a hoody
Ain't have to play dr huckstable
For the puddin
all back
Need my name to stay in contact
Till its all black
Make me rich and leave my chalk on a tarmac
I'm a goner that's my (That's my) last act
Bitch
by)
Just passing by
Pain, pain go away, come back another day
I just wanna get one up on life before it kills me
I can't put my faith in a fallacy
will probably start tripping and get me pissed
I'd have to walk up and bust him in his fucking lips!
It's dinner time, we hearing grace from your
to the morning light
The magic runes are writ in gold to
Bring the balance back bring it back
At last the sun is shining
The clouds of blue roll by
With flames
Black sheep black sheep
They put me in the back seat
Back seat back seat
Ain't nobody pass me
Pass me pass me
A beat that I can fast eat
Fast eat
a tent
Black ass nigga but the bag right
Better get the flash right hit it with the flashlight
Never do the flat type baby what ya ass like
Nigga get ya
INTRO (Figuero Jones)
Cream of the crop, top of the pick
Lil homie strong, moolah legit
Gimme the pack flip it up quick
VERSE 1 (Black Napoleon)
pound, nigga that's the motto
Let me see you throw them things and if it's real
Nigga keep it real
Show me your game
I'm sure gonna claim
What
away, throw away
Cuz it might be the only time for us
Don't throw away, throw away
O baby you drive me crazy
I don't believe a thing I'm saying
ahead throw your stones
I can't feel I'm too froze
I got pain
I got ways to keep warm when it's cold
Rain outside
Hope it turn into snow
I got used
might let you get away wit that shit
But a mac like me would say bull shit
Ima reach back like a pimp and bust a hoe lip
'cause I work too damn hard for
the motto
Let me see you throw them things
And if it's real nigga keep it real
Show me your game I'm sure gonna claim
What the fuck is mine my nigga I'll
away from being up on the roof we always on our grind and speaking upon truths. Killa Bees in black Benz eating the conduit
Killa Bees amping shit
I'm paid like them
Lips on her red, but it blew like wind
Blessed by the guys, I was made off sin
Which girl should I pick? Until then, best friends
Two granddaughters, two grandsons, two nines
Next to me in the Phantom, who lying?
Big screen documentaries of Idi Amin
Dada, trying to stay away
fleeing
Yeah fuck ALL of my feelings
You send me messages
But I don't read them
You send me love letters
That I throw away
You send me hearts
Baby I'll
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