Lyrics:
just anotha crazy click... ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six!
All up in this bitch and we runnin' shit
we doin' drive bys on all y'all wit chain saws
here I
world
Life without a third eye equal to a blindfold
Expectations shouldn't let you get ahead of yourself
Ahead of yourself
I am keep on going by myself
ya know ya
We get Manola and I feel like I got some things to show ya
I've done traveled through the world
Balled out at clubs and coughed hurl
Got
like bein' swarmed around niggas
Too many niggas equals bitches, equals my money missing
That type of math just can't fly with me, better off I ain't
making, plays
While you was in the club sucking, face
Blowing money on some bottles you ain't, taste
Got these bitches getting drunk but they don't, stay,
forever
That's how it feels to fly
All around is shaping
In a perfect whole of harmony
Like clouds are hive cells
That put some honey in my eyes I see
Power
don't stop 'til I'm popped by the cops
Yeah I'm on your block with a motherfuckin' Glock
Extended fucking stock with a laser fuckin' swap
Hop out the whip
the Syndrome
Outro: Raekwon and others
Oh shit, God that's wild
Damn, that's some cherry flavor shit going on though kid
For real, knowhatI
you can chill
Don't have to move a muscle
Give you some be good now you be good
Daddy gon' hustle
Come here let me Whisper in your ear
I gotta
looking Japanese
Money flip like it's on trapeze
Get the club jumping like trampoline
Pull up blowing smoke out a limousine
I gotta get it by any means
I
the cho-cha stanky
Listening to Pre, getting dome while I lane switch
Bitches by the three licking coke off the pinky of a
Poster child, you're supposed
for me
Trynna get me to react
Feel like I'm dealing with some allergies
I done cut off some loose ends
I thought it would be a tragedy
I see how
myself I'm the one in your dreams
Haunted by your past
I should've seen the red flags
Nothin' changes the fact that one plus one should never equal three
And then my voice got raspy
'Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes was dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil'
up In da club
Travel many countries
Tomorrow comes
We'll switch up
Give thanks to the most high
Some would say its not proactive
To live life day
telephone
Had to catch my breath like she had made me need some prednisone
Watch me walk up in the club With all my jewelry on
Watch me buy a section
I ain't
(thuggin)
All night (all night) (x4)
Verse 1- Silkk
Man I steps in the club tryin to find some slow sex, me an 'cause in the
back of the club wit moet, I
And baby I don't need no love (don't need no love)
I just want money and some drugs (some drugs)
I'm turned up in the club (club), blow through the ceiling
know what planet I’m on, God damnit, I’m drawlin
And I need some help from ya
Not saying I’m a alcoholic
But drunk, I’m God, and I don’t know why
I even
M's)
Got some niggas in the hood
They got M's, nigga (woo)
M's nigga (M)
Want them M's, nigga (real deal M's)
Young rich nigga ain't got no deal
I
play around
Cover much grounds
Got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day true player way
I can't get her outta my mind
I think
never
Had no acid visions
Black out brownies
High like Downey back in 99
Found some drugs in work
I confiscated that now that's mine
You ain't like me I
nice, neat little rows
And straight, perfect little lines
I guess it must be hell for some
But at least we’ll get along just fine
We try to escape down
why tell me why
Some have to walk across the Sahara, some have to swim across the Mediterranean
Moved by suffering drawn to greener pastures, all fear
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