Lyrics:
the clouds.
Can I bend ya over, throw your ass back down?
No need sayin' no, we way pass that now.
I ain't them other niggas, just control the flashback
up just like a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done
And dick ya down in front of everyone
Bitch niggas ain't got
Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same for you and I (ohh, I)
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe (oh lord, lord, lord)
We can fly
your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight
Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T
Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet
This is
Listen homeboys don't mean to bust your bubble
But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just
gun on me, and I could walk you upstairs
?Til you get inside the crib, girl, I ain't scared
And tell ya man don't even come outside
?Cause if he even
a train
Who want some? Don't come unprepared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
a tat at the mall
You starin at my Rolls' cold way to long
But I ain't scared of robbers, why I wear tephlon
I took her on the ave and she expect me
cousin Darren wasn't scared of goin'
But never knowin' he was dyin' slower
I guess I see ya when I see ya soulja
Does anybody have an answer why
It
the white guts
I'm on the scene, drankin' lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
ya jewels
While the meth got me open like fallopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, protect ya
inclined
If rap was made by (?) then redeemed because
You ain't got no ice cream
So take a seat in the rear
Don't dare to compare, cause I swear, you
livin'
Spit all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she
pretty pat this "p"
Tip-tapper the chit-chatter, ready rap AB
Can't deal with the bullshit cause the crab ain't me
He took you to cruise ships, put a yacht
You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a fighter (yeah!)
You wanted
all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be
the projects, 4 for the love
y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus
And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like
Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto),
Don't hold your tongue if you ain't scared nigga
Don't hold your tongue if you ain't scared nigga, yeah nigga
Ooo you in trouble
Watch out for them
While the meth got me open like falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig
a hunnid on a Cuban in the projects
Let the money make the money, nigga, that's the process
Niggas takin' pills man made, that shit processed
But scared
Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same for you and I
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
we can fly but I can feel it in the wind
killin' her son
My cousin Darren wasn't scared of goin'
But never knowin' he was dyin' slower
I guess I see ya when I see ya soldier
Does anybody have
sex, money, drugs, and violence all day
Mostly heard in penals and project hallways
And by niggas blowin' trees out the back of O.J.'s
(J) these
Man, Project Pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
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