Lyrics:
registered and placed on neighborhood watch
I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'
Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy
Put
ride on it, if she sits on it, if she licks on it
It make it hard for me to stand up
As time goes by, attractions getting deeper
Wet dreaming thinkin'
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
for Cole
But I knew he knew the game, and he pulled up to his show
And then that's where we first met, but I ain't think of it no more
'Til Ced Brown
Aye
I've been real quiet but that doesn't mean I've been workin' silence
Planning ahead even if I seem quiet
Like J. Cole pressure on the beats I'm
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
[J.D.] Bounce that ass
[R.O.C.] Get up!
[J.D.] (?) get cash
[R.O.C.] Like this?
[J.D.] Like that
[R.O.C.]
Like this and uh
Throw it at me like
that carry they toast
Make the Post, front page and, center-Stagin'
When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
We rocked out own
cruising down the 101, I'm headed to the valley
Temperature at 101, a hot ass day in Cali
Hit-Boy hit me up and said, "playboy let's throw a party"
I hit
pissin' it out
Watch how I pitch from the mound
I throw a change up (change up)
Southside nigga fuck the game up (game up)
Shoot a nigga plane up (baow)
stomp
Earthquakes, hurricanes will build up until dusk
Throw fishin line to a chicken a reel it up
My crew gun clappers, half of 'em pilled up
Hit
Sipping out the bottle, going full throttle
Ima ball hard like there is no tomorrow
Throw a couple dollars, make em wanna holla
Rolling up loud big
You may try to fight back by ignoring the fact
That you want it
But it's harder each day
No more games you can play to avoid it
You may think
go out and do it right
Throw it into overdrive
And get on down the road
Shake it till the break of dawn
Party till the heartache's gone
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
that carry they toast
Make the Post, front page and, center-Stagin'
When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
We rocked out own
Together I know noone else is gonna last forever
You're gonna be alright tonight
No matter what the world throws at us
We'll get back up again, again
where's the moral
When people have their fingers broken
To be insulted by these fascists
It's so degrading
And it's no game
Shut up!
Shut up!
Hats by BDP
The J, the I, the M, the M
The Y, the J, the I, the M
It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy!
The J, the I, the M, the M
The Y, the J, the I, the M
double G-Y
And I'm setting the tone
You know
Me and you we need to be getting it on
In a real way
Its so major
Me and J. Fox wanna fly y'all to Asia
the strap up
Please tell me that you strapped up nigga
We could kill that bitch if you want to
I'm cool, I strapped up, played by the rules, damn
While I'm
Run like a Savage
Yeah how we manage
Money like J-Cole
Hype like Savage
Post up with the baddest
But we keep our manners
But we still ravage
Stick
In the concrete jungle of Queens trying to be Kings
Getting to the money of sins by any means
As I, watch it all pan out, try not to stand out
Fish out
[Verse - Violent J]
In my mind's eye
You throw wickedness at me
I'm just a toy to you
I bring no real joy to you
The way I see it
You don't want me
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