Lyrics:
lived by where I lived
My mama knew his mama we all from certain hill
Said one would help the otha if we ever got a mill
always been ah big nigga neva
conversation 'bout yo' occupation
Here we go with this mandantory time wastin'
My nigga Master P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
To ya relative
In
conversation 'bout yo' occupation
here we go with this mandantory time wastin'
My nigga Master P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In
P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In the ghetto we turnin' fine hoes into petals
hands on our metals never have to fetch
I'm doin my part, Wife-y, In your life see,
Forever be us, passenger side of a Bentley,
Or the number 2 bus, tell the whole world, papi
Eve don't want
gotta talk
She know what's up
She know I'm that nigga (Yeah, come on)
Keep it solid, we two deep, walk 'em down
Me and my nigga (Walk down, aight, come
Used to be kickin' them doors in my Jordans
I walk in the club with my Lous (Louboutins)
Now we fuck bitches by two
Dropped out of school, they said
the funk, it's all about how to show and prove
Some get to make it through life livin' legal
The others gotta try to survive, doin' the evil
That men
One time for the bad #####
Unbothered by you sis
She in the club doin her shit
Poppin bottles postin pictures for the gram
And when her song go
play it cool
If he act a fool, he gon' make the news
I got these bitches comin' by the 2
You say you got it, nigga, who are you?
I got these bands on me
to south central
doin it like that my nigga ha ha ha ha ha
these niggaz thought i couldn't do it again homie
thug therapy II yeah we bonafide real ogz
I could man up
Lil Tecca 2 Glocks you'll turn to a dancer
No fakes runnin' 'round or comin' around us
We been hot, ain't nobody found us
We on, you
the courthouse, DMX signed autographs with a sketch artist over the face
As well as the fans caught off guard
By this star's appearances
My baby motha be
taste it, lets face it
She wanna fly where the planes is
Got her testin' out all of my trees, mint-flavors
She ? the paper
[Chorus: x2]
We stay
never hang out, when we do we bust the four-five
Cause shells comin' back at us while we jump in the ride
Flyin', duckin', our b****es in the club
The Wind
A black Clark Gable, doin 90 in the Lexus sport a fat cable
Never hold nothing back, I get the stress of my chest
Fell this so all
like shoutout to the DJ for playin this song
Girl we can act like two damn fools
Have everybody thinkin we doin they dance move
Call me so I can make it
y'all niggaz be swingin the sting
I'm doin my thing, you only worth TWO of my rings
It's you and my team, at war for tryin to ruin my reign
Imagine
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
You say ah one for the trouble two for the time
Ah come on y'all let's rock that
Duck! Or wind up DOWN!!
Fiyah! Huh
Pal Joey in the house D
out man
That is..that's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white shit he doin' man
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Hate rules
Fake buckin' if you want, you gon' get stampped up
You gon' get these 10 1/2's all in yo face
You could take it outside look it's gon be a case
You get
mafuckin' ends
You say that you love but it's all pretend
I can't even count all the money I spent
And he talkin' shit he get by the two
I get to the green my
doublin us, fuckin with us (yeah, yeah,
Yeah)
We ownin enough, them rollers is bust
[Chorus - Akwylah] x 2
(Murder - repeated in background of chorus)
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