Lyrics:
nothin', homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz
Ye ain't got it (ye ain't got it)
You don't keep it Doug E. like I keep it Doug E.
Lil' buddy you ain't fresh azimiz
from six, still mastered the streets
We maneuver with rugers, over paper we'll do ya
Smuggled the green moved the white, travel by night cause it's
that brother soul how much he'll never know
Oh and reminiscing on my boy lil' Khatto
I know you in that paradise cause that's where all the g's go
the range
Switchin' lanes
Reminscin' on cans and sardines
And car dreams
I'm burnin' unfamiliar bud
Got a shotgun like Elmer Fudd
That'll let off
below above it
I've been overcoming
Everything inside
I'll let it go for something
Yeah they know by now
And yeah I know they love it
I've been so alive
Too $hort, mc
Rap like me, you?ll go straight to the top
Keep doing what you?re doing and you?re sure to get dropped
Like a trick, nothing?s
the heat to kids
They'll riddle thru ur ligaments, I'm on my E.Nygma shit
Speak of which, riddle me this
Why do u wreak of fish
And love getting beat by
I just pound in it pound in it
I really feel like I'm doin this shit for nothin
Make a album in three weeks and it'll a be tight if ya lucky
And I
And now coming down the aisle (uh)
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny (it's me)
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
all by, my licks rescission
They say it would get lonely at the top, my legs got hella room
They say they ready for the album, bitch, this wait is
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
women can't be artists in the music business! Ask people for money?! That's not me! But I knew that if I didn't have help, my dream was dead.
So I made
it'll make you wanna go buy a Snapple
That's pineapple
I didn't have to even get my bling
But I'm a rock it like the dream
But don't call me Hakeem
When
and Mr. Shadow A-K-A The Mayhem Click
And we're talkin' about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out entitle the Crazy Life
Can you tell
myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
You see the money and the
The cars and diamonds and you
You think it make me but it really don't (it really really
myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
You see the money and the
The cars and diamonds and you
You think it make me but it really don't (it really really
friends got you in it but you feeling they thin
Still stuck up in whatever got me tripping, can’t focus well
When this album ready for purchase you know
you know that be the clan
Fuck the opps, they get popped like a Xan
Got twin choppers just like Taylor and Chance
Big dawg, all you lil niggas ants
So
from the start
Just you wait until this album drop
It might just top the charts
They heard OTS is going up
Now they all want be apart
But it's the same
bitch, I'm ruthless (woo)
Raised by the ghetto
Know some gangs that'll get 'em
Split 'em right down the middle like a fuckin' duplex
Break a nigga
You flexing your chains, lil' bitch, I'ma take yours
Figuring out albums, like make your mind up
You'll never find me when I'm hella high
Mind a milli
We, we don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gangsta, save your
Crew, before I put
a whole tape
Without my dues being paid
That's breaking the rules
Cuz if you from Houston, DJ Screw he paved the way
S-U-C, Swisha House
Lil Keke, Michael
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