Lyrics:
Stabbed in the back I been shanked by them snakes
You won't catch me laggin this shit ain't a game
Straight out the dirt but we tryna get big
Run up
nuttin new to this
we've been doin this for years
I got my drink on kid, and my cash is right
shorty aight think I'm not gettin ass tonite?
and wit
Jackson
You ain't get that bar nigga, she wanna rock with me
Young nigga in the party, swear to God I'm gettin' boogie
Sippin' on that wildcard, nigga I
you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon
At the bar high-post, frontin', I toast
Gettin' my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin'
You tryin to say the right
trippin cause it ain't nuttin to me
but I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Hah, hah, hah - I can see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo'
dispatcher, u better off with tha stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive, cause you aint gettin nuttin but your french fries super size, it's a damn shame
Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin nuttin to waste
Life's like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place
Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past
I vowed
to stay f-are-double e and keep these bitches lovin me
Sippin bubbly, breakin down buds from a fat sack
Reservations at ( ? ) arts craft shack
I stacks fat
dyin', or hittin' prison
We all got our soldier down in the best, it's what we wish em
But the stress of gettin' by make it hard to show we miss em
Man
you don't know what block I'm front of! [scratches]
"D-Block - layin 'em down! " [echoes]
"And I ain't never plannin' to stop. - I'm plannin' to rock!
to guard her and lick her like Yak
But money is callin', I had to get that
(Hold up, it's my turn)
I'm finna pull up with that gun on by my side, fuckin'
in the mall
and I know you aint fuckin' her. You fucked with me last night that's my best
friend and we don't get down like that.
Yeah muthafucka
you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon
At the bar high-post, frontin', I toast
Gettin' my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin'
You tryin to say the right
I know you hoes on a mission to steal my dick
But Pimp Chad ain't goin for the Georgia, bitch (Georgia, bitch!)
It wasn't nuttin when I saw ya
ain't jokin, you can bet you'll be chokin
on a fist full of nuttin, meanwhile I'll be puffin
on a fat blunt, what punk? You don't know the half
Tryin
down
Wanna cry but I held it, yeah
Got a lot on my mind that I'm holdin'
If you want to make it happen
Go straight and make it snappy
Cut rope and cut
hood wearin' timbs and jeans
Lost boyz represent from South Jamaica queens
I'm wit my mens spendin' ends orderin' liquors and beers
Ain't nuttin' new
up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin' don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him
'Cause sista you don't need him
the next nigga
To step get deleted by death undefeated
Ain't no thang to put that body to rest
Chest filled with smoke yokin' niggas up
By
to get this paper
Son whassup with you nigga?
Yeah true, ain't nuttin, ain't nuttin why'know
Ain't seen you in a minute dunn
Yeah, just chillin,
come on and get down
I'm from the boogie down, and all we make is raw sound
Like Carmen, I can't be found, Sandiego
Hey, wait though, ain't you 1nebozo?
Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute
But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't frontin
Cause it's too late at night for
do, peace to every hood that I been through
I even got love for my homies in South Central
But to the East my brother, 'cause that's where I stay
to come through with my hoopty
And scoopin chicks up at UC but Slim Thug
Tell them how they do it down in H Town
(that's right) tell them niggas how they do
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