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You better do it for yourself, and just tighten up your belt
No excuses will be felt, forever do it for yourself
Instrumentals are experimental
Meech
I'ma give it to you, how you want it?
In the jungle getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood
Ok, let me rip it then, lemme go spin the benz
With this flow I feel heaven sent
On these beats we be killing them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed fag, blow
they threw on my name
Turned to soil and I grew up out it
Time for y'all to figure out what y'all gon' do about it
Big wheels keep rollin', rollin'
it all"
No shit nigga
4, 5 felonies in the whip with 'em
Meet me at the spot
I got your present like a gift giver
Already at bat, if I fuck up
Rocky my
on my name
Turned to soil and I grew up out it
Time for y'all to figure out what y'all gon' do about it
Big wheels keep rollin', rollin'
I'm
up, gon' climb on it
Blew 100 then I blew another 5 on it
We gettin' bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with
choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy, no
He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope, he knows
choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy, no
He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope, he knows
their music
Underground conspiracy, but this ain't used by No Limit
Mad 'cause you didn't blow up, the victim of your own wack gimmick
But some fools
life
Man, I'm just tryna live life
Everybody got they two cent for me
But don't ever wanna do shit for me
Y'all can keep yo' change
Coming up from
to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are screaming, hot
Memphis what's hattn
West Memphis what's popping
Gary Indiana what it got goin baby
Cleveland Mississippi Come on Macon Georgia
Mane we all up through
a ride back home
Don't know what to say now
My mental make up need instrumental break downs
Shooting hoops for the love at the playground
Overshadowed by
Hook - PH4DE & Maxo Kream
First instrumental I wrote to was Jeezy
Limewire my DJ, mp3,
I got free net from them netzero cds
Now they dial up, wanna
say it with your chest then
That's a cue for the crickets, when I got the floor people shut up and listen, huh
Don't see no competition, created a gap
the heat
I don't take it to the heart
I be showing love for free
By design, this is art
High and low I keep it G
Been that way from the start
I hang
Dressed to impress girl
Now watch me throw on my fit
Press the red button honey
Im'a blow up the kids like I'm head hunting
So come get destroyed by
get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed fag, blow
'em
And biters, everytime I see you on T.V.
it makes me feel good
'Cause I know when we run up on you
you'll see we, we gotta get paid good
Nigga, don't
train to blow
Just LA said
It was me and bro we was at the store
Me and bro got 50 cent cakes
By the way that I'm bussing they think I'm the lakes
Left
the same when our flow reach your brain
It's about to bust
Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress
Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess
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