Lyrics:
Infusion du magma, ADN criminelle dans le barbare
Spartiate, même dans le Sofitel j'ai mon pare-balles
Et le style est nickel, j'serai pas là ce
make y'all niggaz pure dope heads
Like Tony when he went to kill Frank Lopez
Top of the world
Gun cocked, cocking' your girl
Blowing the steam
make y'all niggaz pure dope heads
Like Tony when he went to kill Frank Lopez
Top of the world
Gun cocked, cocking' your girl
Blowing the steam
Hustle hard
I Grind hard, I Hustle hard
For that quarter that quarter that
Triple Nickel, dime from window to window just to try to make mines
I Grind
make a tramp a champ even if you put her on a stamp
That bitch still wouldn't be worth a cryin dime
A blue nickel, or a screamin' quarter
40-Water put
ring
Bucket hat with the wrinkled brim
I'm in the water where it's sink or swim
Doin' math on the abacus
Already made the nickel, I'm thinkin' ten
Make it home tonight
Be the number one smuggler in the area
Got enough weight to fill up and aircraft carrier
Herb slanger, Hustler Incorporated
A bad breed. She wants a glass of lemonade
Two dimes, a nickel, a quarter. You're a dollar short
This ain't a charity girl, this shit is hand-made
A thug and tell him (Kill)
And the thunderous sound of a nickel, pound
Close the deal
(Bill) The warrior type, holla at Mike
Any problems, nigga, book us
Make it home tonight
Be the number one smuggler in the area
Got enough weight to fill up and aircraft carrier
Herb slanger, Hustler Incorporated
A me di Roma piace il rap, seh
A me di Roma piace il rap
Pure a te, pure a te, pure a te
A me di Roma piace il rap, seh
A me di Roma piace il rap
the dirty Seven in this motherfucker, killers incorporated motherfucker. Ha ha... Little Capo in this bitch. Rasu in this motherfucker. Mo! Thug millennium,
Every dime every nickel every penny, I'ma put in work for it
Cause ain't nothing in life for free, you pay money but I'ma spit a verse for it
I'm
poison the bread
Nickel and lead. Nickel and lead
You could be loved
My girl, empathic and pure of heart
My aim is also true. I'll be here when you get
racks bigger than ladies boobs
Rappers claim they trapping like Mystery Incorporated
But sounding like Scooby Doo, you need to be more creative
Never late
and we came out the dope hole
Fish scale
Fish bowl, droppin people off elbows
Pure coke
Public figure, I'ma star
I'm the nigga
Yeah baby I'm drug dealin
we gon'
[Hook]
Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat,
Been fighting my demons for far too long
clways lurking in the streets cuz I got no home
Nickel plated 38 yeah I got that chrome
Steady hands both
never felt pure freedom)
Until you felt the freedom of Brad Jackson, Brother (Until you took your nuts out of your pants)
I know you can feel it, I can
I please be so simple?
Human cannonball that flies out a dimple
Limp'll occur from when my body goes nimble
A symbol so pure, so iconic, you gotta be
wisdom
Conjuring the power from demonic visions
Up in the holy mountain spewing mantras of austerity
N pure sickness
Imprisoned with the cannibals
In
achieve peace
In walking these incorporated dividend streets
We've learned from those not qualified to teach
We learned about those who'll quantify IQ
that valley of stone where she bathed in a stream of pure
Heat. Her father would emphasize you got to be more than street-wise but he practiced
What he
choppa run for safety
And my pistols nickel plated
Hood legend Ghetto bring drastic measures measure
Been shot a couple times the stabbings and im
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