My Year (feat. TearDrop, Tyte, Mr. Cain & Lord)
2 Throwed Clique
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I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me? Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me? Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me This here, my year I got to do my thing Platinum piece with a platinum chain Put twenty fours on the Escalade Let the neons glow when I grip the grain Trunk got bang, and my nine do too Since ninety-eight, I been wearing FUBU Nigga, you can't see me, but I can see through you Faker than fraud, you and your whole crew F*ck with me and you gone get some lead Shit, I'm a hold it down, cause my brother went fed Taking and cocking and pop, pop the clip And it's pissing me off, pushing me off the edge F*ck you, nigga, I'm a stack a knot Pockets stay on swole, cause the block is hot Where I'm from, we don't run from cops Green light, red light, we don't stop We keep on going, hogging all four lanes Watch out for the screens, cause they fall like rain Backseat full of niggas getting brain Unforgettable, yeah, that's the name They call us Unforgettable, so you can't forget If you smell boo-boo, nigga, I'm the shit Watch out for your hoe, cause I'll take the bitch I got money on my mind cause I wanna be rich This here my year, I got to show the world Life ain't all about diamonds and pearls Fancy thangs and dime piece girls Like I'm after a nut my nickname Lil Squirrel I'm the pick of the litter, so this is what we gone do You can follow my lead, but don't use my shoes Take this money in this game and stick it like glue But whatever you do, just keep stacking, boo I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me? Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me? Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me U-F-C, be my clique me and my boys be just too thick Me and my boys can't be fucked with Cause them U-F-C boys be packing clips I'm quick to swing right through your block All my boys got their hand on a Glock Four eighteens, so you know I'm on knock On the Mitchell street with my trunk gone pop Introduce myself my name Lil Tyte Littlest nigga in my clique, quick to brighten up your night Also known for slitting your throat with a knife Skerrt off on twankies, straight take your wife Hater is in my way, I must confess My Glock, go pop, to relieve all stress It's your boy Lil Tyte, I'm the best Also known for putting souls to rest Had me a clip, so I bought a Glock Don't have a lake, don't need a dock But I must invest in my dope stocks I can chill with them boys up on my block Think about the Lloyd Rock, Jamie Sprout My two nephews sure act a clown If you take the roach pills, they make you go down Never smoked the weed, that's boo-boo brown You got a nine, I got a Tech U-F-C boys show mad respect Business mayne, we'll break your neck Have your ass looking like your car wreck Scarlingen Texas, that's what I claim My first album was Blue Cocaine The boy Lil Blue, he the one to blame For bringing Lil Tyte up in the rap game See these hoes, everywhere I go See these hoes, when I'm trying to flow See these hoes, when I got to do shows But with all these hoes, I smoke Optimos I got phones, my hip beep From a hoe that want me to creep And after I f*ck, want me to sleep While held in the arms of T-Y-T-E There's this hoe, they name Priscilla She hated on me, so I got to kill her Don't f*ck around, see I'm about my skrilla Just wait, till I see that ass, I'm gone get her Hate the hoes that like to hate The fake ass niggas that participate Goddamn my nigga, I know you fake But don't love a hoe, cause your heart will break Shout out to my boy they call Black Mr. Lawrence Grant, but soon he be back All these haters be smoking crack Starting rumors on me, putting hollows in your back Got a brother who on lock Once again, I be toting Glocks Nine Oh Four, that's the Mitchell Street block And I'm still gone shine for my brother Lloyd Rock Poured up off a four, smoking Optimo Got love for the streets, but I never love a hoe I'm a let you know that this here my year Scream it in your ear, just to make it clear Swanging on the block, ducking, dodging cops Creeping through the hood, just serving rocks To the fiends, I'm all about my green Smoke Mary Jane and sipping lean That's a daily thing for me, yeah, my clique Everywhere we mob, we roll thick If you want some plato, I'm a pop the clip In the Tech nine and let it rip Through your flesh, want to smoke and sess Leave your family to clean the mess You know a player like me won't even stress And I'm a let you know that Lil Cain the best I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me? Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me? Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me I bleed the block like Bloody Mary I die ten times like Machiavelli I cut your balls off with my chrome machete If you f*ck it with my skrilla, then you best to be ready Cause I'm on the ball, but I'm off the chain This nigga Lord, in the game A brother like me be stacking my change Hold up though, cause I'm doing my thang Cause I'm from the south, the Dirty South Them Texas boys is in your mouth You hating on us, so you pay the cost Empty my clip at your mama house So now you vision, my collision U-F-C is on mission Nothing but platinum is what we spending This year, my year, so listen up I pour up some syrup, I clear my cough up I'm throwed like grenades, so you know I blow up I stepped in this game and business went up So now you see what became of me An underground baller in the thirty-three Fifth official member of the U-F-C My rhymes are so throwed, so don't f*ck with me I say my rhymes so throwed, so don't f*ck with me I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me? Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me? Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me
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Written by: Abel Vasquez, William Peoples
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