Lyrics:
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
4 the homies nigga 4 my bros
4 the people nigga 4 the hoes
Thirsty girls wanna get lockjaw
Wanna go up country
Wanna go up large
Wanna take my money
you up
It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas
An it's amazin' how the heat bring out the ho in niggas
When pistols blazin'
It ain't no
on the scene wit my heat by my heat
Got these opp niggas ducking like it's hide and seek
Honey backwoods og smoke what I see
Got the scale on the table the plays
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back, give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is
on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek
To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board
Peace,
say nuttin', I watch from a distance
Every story I tell is non-fiction, came out the court they gave me my bail conditions
What's the point in being
I'm finna come up by my lone
No handouts in these streets no I can't never trust a soul
Cuz niggas always lerk one day you here the next u gone
R.i.p
boy, the game belong to me
Tryna keep my kings on balance, meanwhile get they minds out them streets
But you gotta do what you gotta do pimp,
So by all
[Lil Mama]
This Is The Remix (Remix) [x4]
Last Dude Ii Put Him Under
Thought He Had A Zone
Thought Ii Had To Leave
So Ii Thought Ii Let Him Go
Mine
filled with
Something else I've compulsively
Searched for over
The past few years - really old
Fucked up marionette-like wood carved dolls
(quite a few
That’s why I don’t grind, me and pratt set up shop, (HP)
Re-up at 8:30 pack gone by 12 o clock.
I can teach you how to jugg, turn up your finesse (Turn Up
up there
You're the heart and soul and the reason we do what we do
Here's to you
There's a silver tongued blonde trying to sweet talk her way back
what I'll be toting
Fuck who's lost in the commotion
Fish up in a barrel
But the barrel is the ocean
Worked bitch my devotion
How hard at your addiction
(ah-yeah)
I buy her all the designer, but she still leaving tomorrow (this is the remix) (leaving)
Ayy, shawty wanna go, she slidin' (slidin')
Shawty
Remix
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who
But then you bitched up
$50, 000, rejected from Mook
That broke my heart
Nigga not what I expected from you
Thought you was Cassidy, The
Hustla, with
to give a hoot when
I just dropped a ducket on shoes by Loo Vootin
Face covered with the nylon
That's the type of style I'm on
I blew up like an atom bomb
three, maybe four, shit I take my time!
I been doing tables at 1 Oak
And up and down
I was 15 in there at night just fucking around
Ain't a surprise,
Hahaha
Then drive by
Then drive right back M54
It's the remix
Midlands stand up
I wanna see this one go crazy
Huh
Look
I just took this train from
buildin'
Eh yo, real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin, get
home
Won't you carry me home
(like a truck, pick me up)
You ain't no lady but you've sure got taste in men
That head of yours has got you by time
a flick of the wrist
And I'm gone
Irish exit out the club
With two non blondes
I'm far gone
I'm so cold
Put on your long johns
What really makes
This town
[Diddy:]
Ayo Bugatti boys (turn em up) you know what it is breathe
bitch breathe, breathe bitch breathe go
[Rick Ross:]
Hello good morning tell me
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