Lyrics:
It's never straight up and down
It's never straight up and down
Oh you got a nickel
I got a dime
I'd like to get to know you
But I haven't got
range
Rings and Remy mixed with Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
This nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel metro Blow
All you
album
Definitely inspired me
Imagining me chilling in New York City in
'94, coppin' nickel bags in the park
Rooting for the Knicks
Watching Ewing pass it
the baby stretchers
Supreme vest and leathers over baby Hecklers
(ah)
40 issue nickel, hit you close range twice
(boom boom boom)
Advisory Board Crystals,
a nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces many faces
You're telephone blown, black stitches or fat shoelaces
the hardest lines
Never were blind
To the crime
For nickels and dimes
When the soul is heavy you can feel it bearin' down
Yeah, be careful what you
rehab remembering the feelings when they used to get mellow
When they was all back of a nickel like Monticello
When the underworld had to be smarter than
only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me
All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit
And I'm still high, so I'm tryna dip
But I'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch
What the fuck,
Save all your letters and drop your tomatoes
Hodgy Beats, where he? Looking for a large payroll
Not dimes, nickels, pennies, pesos
I'm tryna stack
the nigga a Lambo just to show him he was next
I'm charging 80 for the 100 pack, 70 if you run it back
60 if you triple that, if I say nickel that's a 50
right now we living and we doing fine
And I understand why you living that life
We from the same hood, that's a nickel and dime
That's all we know
God
only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me
All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
looking for a hero
I guess that makes me a hero
Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half
Silverback ape, nickel
is to make bread or get laid
See my daughter need some shoes and my mom work overtime
So I'm standin' by that stop sign with nickels and them dimes
selling nickels
White boys keep the ice Popsicles
Flip the work, like a acrobat, doing jumping jacks
J's sniff the work off the plate, had a heart attack
only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me
All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
were laughing at a poor crippled man
Begging for nickels and dimes on the street and I just didn't understand
So I washed my face
The third strange
'Little Flip'
'cause I flip a little, fa shizzle, you flippin' nickels
When I flip coke and flip boats, come live a little
And you best be knowin', pussy
you, fuck it, I'm official
Bone wit more gristle, thrown from chrome nickel
Place that don't tickle, can't wait to zone wit you
I'm hard as stone
fear, let me hold something
Look in your face like you owe something
[Chorus]
I'm playing for the 'bucks' like Hakeem Warrick
Nickel bag in
sick niggaz, nickel nines;
bring the remedy -- when you play the field, what's the penalty
Unnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckers
me sucker for love
But now I'm grimey, cops searchin' motherfuckers for drugs
Give me that bud, that come in nickels, dimes and dubs
At four twenty,
That there are some with no home, not a nickel to loan
Could it be really me, pretending that they're not alone?
A willow deeply scarred, somebody's
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