Lyrics:
it a lift em
N*ggas saying he gone get me
F*ck him and who wit me
Big nach a rob you wit a ruger
Like this a 40 lil b*tch I just fooled ya
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Chorus 1 begin:
It went from smoking wit da homies
smoking’ by myself
cuz aint kno who to trust (aint kno who to trust)
It
Iz U Wit Me?
Walking up to my steps, my spot, I'm killing
Hanging with the snitch? Nah, nappy heads
(FIST PUMPS)
Wack rappers, you know I can't
drip drip
Foes don't like me
They the smell
I'm the shit
This malicious wit inherited by bright immigrants
Hence making this dark chocolate chip Edison
steppas they Lyin,
Gotta Get Rich Or Die Tryin’,
Smoking A Onion This Shit Got Me Cryin’
If You Play Wit My Name Then You Dyin’
I Talk This Money Shit
Im tlking to yuh nigga
Gon hear me ona
I been consistent nobody had taught me how ta
Im taking risks dodging L’s give me a double
Awe okay okay
so i tell dat bitch to party like a rockstar
Aye aye aye
I came to party an fck an shit
Get me a Genie an rub da bitch
She kno da man who she fckin
jaw
Speakin foul on the people that's p s why
Southwest and eastside combined now who ride, on them bitch ass
(monoxide child)
Gang related, hated by
wit
Hope that n*gga don't think he picking you up
Cause that aint who you came wit
And girl if you come by way
Ima put yo a** to sleep
We bout to party
do) Dog niggas (want a honey wit class?)
(Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass)
Uh, uh
Hey yo, who would ever think that the two would
do) Dog niggas (want a honey wit class?)
(Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass)
Uh, uh
Hey yo, who would ever think that the two would
fix it
Everything that you got, that shit probably old
I know my partners wit' me
Ain't no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeah
Who gon'
or roll wit a gang
Roll up in a school and bang - bang!
And hang out, to sellin (?) struck out
Fiends, who's worries kept green, or stick the merry, dream
claim that you F*ck with me but throwing shade
It was times n*ggas played and got blowed down
They used to laugh now they feeling my Flow now
Faced
toasting up f*ck the Hennessy
Catch me somewhere posted up toting sticks like the military
I came to deliver don't care you not feeling me
I know a feen who
Wayne took me off the leash,
I ain't lose a fight yet,
Now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that,
Young wit' a attitude, watch how ya talk
I ain't lose a fight yet
Now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that
Young wit' a attitude, watch how ya talk to me
Keep playin' freddy boi,
f*ck what you’re telling me
This boy's so clean you can tell by the smell of me
Danny P I got bars like a felony
Dissin' me and you might just get hit
caught a case, second you caught the babes
Third, you caught me with your date, that was no mistake
Good things come to those who wait
So if you waitin'
she wish that you had my swag
Dress different just fck her good make a bag
Fly wit the shits in her make up bag
Can't fuck wit no square bitch can't
in'na- Phantom, yuh, uh-yuh, yuh)
(I'm wit' it, who wit' it?)
(I'm wit' it, who wit' it?)
(I hit, then I quit it)
(You wanna get me hard-)
I got zero
n*ggas shit back,
That was back in my younger days,
We used to spin around
Ah f*ck,
I went and bought me a dirty chopper and level up,
As I recall it came
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
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