Lyrics:
Slide and we take more down
Nigga come up the score now
She gone send the addy, we sliding, we kicking doors down
Did lil mama dirty, she moving like she
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
till we all paid
You in good hands like it's all state
Play with me and get touched like a bald fade
I'll kick down the door of the crawl space
Cuz my
I got the windows down
Bumpin' out the baseline
Keep my picture posted in your wallet by your waistline
I know it's been a minute
I could never
introduce the cash lane
Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame
Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts
Our living is killed off by folsom
introduce the cash lane
Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame
Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts
Our living is killed off by folsom
to die
Should I change or rearrange it keeps coming
My TEC-9 will never stop gunning
Motherfucker's down
Homies they keep trippin'
Fuck with me and yo'
on lessons experience, once taught
Continuly proceed by any means see fit
This has been a brief reflection of how I lived
*Chorus*
*Verse 3*
(Feleti)
Allow
the grain, game at my finger tips
Yeah, Killah Hill lay it down
Killa Beez on the swarm
Nigga
Aiyo, I plow down tracks like I'm out for revenge
Fuck
enough, the Lord took it on his back
I'd take me 3 days just to say how Jesus handled that
I was lost without a map, like a song without a track
I had
Smoking weed, true indeed
Sick emcees presented by tecca neez
Check it out
Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle
to the mountain top
And down to the valley low
Went to Austin with 3-2 and STILL
Ain't find no finer hoe
Not much no finer girl
But one that treat me so sweet rub
the subject
Lately, the way that I been out here packing this heat, had to go and upgrade all my Luggage
Mainstream not putting us on, gotta break down the door
Never look back
[Master P]
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
shows for real
You finna be one wealthy muthafucka in the future, I swear
And I mean in all aspects of life
Never change who you are bro for real
That's
Uh yeaa chek it out
Eh yo, its time to change ur routines
Backed wen i wus age 18 with a dream
Back wen i wus bringing sumthin fresh to the scene
the South Shore (whoa)
Three times for them days on the block
Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin' outlaw
Four times for them days that were all
Swayze baby four five on him yeah look at me
I'm about to go for another three peat like twenty three
Whole squad in here
Reem call this bitch
Healing starts at the home exercise diet
Reprogram your dome then we can defeat the tyrants
Gangsters protect the block
We need spooks by the door so we
driving a Trolley
Roll on da track like I’m driving a Trolley
These niggas rap but flow on a Track like dey drivin a jonny
If I get my foot in the door just
know how shit travel, word of mouth, have them kick-in boys all in my house
Knockin' down my glass door, tryin' to rip up my marble floor
But ain't
to bro
cctually Slide that shit to me
I been switching up my calendar can't work from 10-3
I been followed by some crowds that got u running back for
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
Cause if he come through the back, he attacks
Crack, cocaine,
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