Lyrics:
railroad tracks
Oh, them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks
Them good old notorious so well known tracks
So, let's go back
Follow the yellow
Now you’re laying on your back in the mud, surrounded by old tires and rusty refrigerators
You are laying on your back in the mud, that mud is as thick
machine is where I be
And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.
I'm more notorious than the B.I.G.
I'm so money, who don't want to be like me
[Hook
Momma used to call me Dick Cheney 'cause I never took my chain off
When I got my brain off
Live by my old hood, I drop cocaine off
Named my chain,
Huh
From J.A. To-T Dot, huh
Respect big you should see that
Aye yo, hello, huh, it's Bounty Killer, Kardinal
Aye yo, hello, look at dat Lord,
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
speakin', I'm comin' like I'm Cardi
I'll expose you niggas and bitches, I'm back in that mode of things
You niggas is gettin' too big for your britches, you
another Christ was shot in the back of the head.
We regret to inform you. Regret to inform you,
That another Christ, not yet ten years old, was shot
in Genesis when we wrote books back then
And were the first storytellers of such things on earth
Well, kind of, OK not really
That's a privileged view
think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
Back then, hoes didn't want it
Now black Benz all hid in corners
My spectacular, vernacular
I spit like giving Ex-Lax
wants that old thing back
That ride it like a pony
That "get up in the morning and put it on me"
She's so horny, she wants that old thing back
That
On a big old pair of wings
Now if I had a pair of wings
I'd pick you up and fly you far away from here
And I could stay right by your side and keep you
big thing there. I walked up, and I said, "what do
You want?" He said, "kid, we only got one question, have you ever been
Arrested?"
And I
into the man i gotta be
Takin this back
As a youngin niggas around me was notorious so big in my hood
They livin real red pill Morpheus its crazy
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
the truth is told
That you can get what you want or
You can just get old we
All know we have a finite period
Of time i just feel
If I'm going to be alive
I
Proud, who gon' fuck with us now?
Coward, whole lot more by the hour
Power, well you can butter me up
Cause when the heat hits it'll scorch us
Old golden
the Asians, wrist by Lorraine
Big Pharrell praying hands big P, big P
Buss down face, two levitating hands
I wanna see the money in cash
So that I can truly
I was all on my own
I still grip on that toolie, shooting shit like it's a movie (Movie)
Big guns, Call of Duty (What)
Look at the MAC in the back
us
And they ain't really shit to discuss
All that shit you be spittin', it's us
Step to you with the steel out
Juju ain't the type of cat you want
on sight)
I looked the judge in the face, told him
"I don't know a thing (I don't know a thing)
I wasn't there that night" (oh, there that night)
They
want to
Drop out of college and never go back
Move to the south but that ain't a Kodiac
Moment, on went myself and big boi
Well you knew him as Twan
think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
Back then, hoes didn't want it
Now black Benz all hid in corners
My spectacular, vernacular
I spit like giving Ex-Lax
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