Lyrics:
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Nas whip
Niggas against smokin' weed in public places
A subdivision of I-K-S-R-F-O
I'm knockin' somebody right
parted ways for good
She was bound for motherhood
She knew she'd wanna raise that child
But bring that girl up on her own
CHORUS
Oh she loved that crazy
forgotten
Y2K, that's the question,
What the fuck is up got the eighty five guessin',
I told y'all for y'all protection
Got me a name change, a pair
Ayo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much
Knees buckle the fuck up when I'm splittin' my dutch
Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin' for
Got some new money went and bought me a K
You see all them VV's jump out the face
Put that dope in the trap and cook up me a cake
We fly to Cuba
whole colony
Chew you up then spit you out
You nothing but a Polla Seed
Follow hood policies
Compton, California where the
Motherfuckin' riders be
You
made it legal (wow)
Higher than an eagle, leanin' like Beanie Sigel (I'm leanin')
Flyer than a pilot, jean jacket by Diesel (phew)
All-gold rocket,
And you don't realize You leave me broken Everything is O.K. And then you apologize They just pass you by The things that really matter to me CHORUS
K, Hundred K, run it
Hundred K, Hundred K, run it
I found my self up working at night
You ah fi mek ah different dat requires sacrifice
It tekk ah
had to hit me a lick
I bought the Tahoe from the trap money, haven't even seen a brick
Cocaine by the kilo, these days put it right on my wrist
You
on
Yo, we can go to war with the enemy
All we need is A.K.s and Hennessy
This ain't back in the days of Tennessee
Pull the trigger and release
Pussy, I ain't even know that you rap (let's get it, L's)
Shooters gon' pull up in that whack shit, yeah
Drive by and star in an action, yeah
Dump
dem sleeves up
Nigga, what the fuck?
You know about that D.P.G. Bad Boy connection
Connected by Funk Flex we in a Lexus
Or even the Suburban, swerve
with this talent
Brain swell up, whenever you come to me
You were the challenge
I need a way to balance street
Shit from the rap shit stay on my toes
gotta come and
Make that pick up
Dog, I hit your block in a pick-up
Jay Rock I'm me, a lion, a man, a
I do it by myself
With a hook and an uppercut
Doctor
I be wit the killers, I be by myself
I be gettin' money, I be by myself
I stay in designer, I be by myself
It ain't hard to find me, I be by
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E piti’k te Canado a
Kounya’k gangster k’ap pase dope nan bando a (clio) (clio) (clio)
Written By: Clifford Wendy Odige (Cliowen)
Mixing
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
prison ain't a place that we need to go
so 'til they free pimp c
i'ma leave up to u g o k k k
to keep it street
this one here for the street
this one
a place that we need to go
So 'til they free Pimp see
I'ma leave up to you G O K K K
To keep it street
This one here for the street
This one here for
Prison ain't a place that we need to go
So 'til they free Pimp C
I'ma leave up to U G O K K K
To keep it street
This one here for the street
This one
anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in
set by the town
That lived up to it's blood-thirsty name
Some said the pistol, some said the shotgun
Some said the town was to blame
But some
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
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