Lyrics:
Uh huh, yeah
Cluminati..
Q.B. (New Mobb Deep)
For the year 2G
(Best of Queens)
Niggaz know what the fuck I'm talkin bout
If they don't hear,
slam it up in them trucks
Eyes low, grippin' the toast, trigger finger, playin' it close
You think it's a game? It's imperative, we show 'em we live
sound when I tim-berr" (4X)
[Diamond D]
Niggaz know the flav, I don't have to take a step
I earn my respect then quiet as kept
Yeah
Stay the hell away from them more money
From the truck to the bikers to the jeeps
The ICP has got the Dogbeats
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah
Bow-wow-wow
Yeah son, I know you can hear me man
Shit been crazy in the hood since that happen, hu
But I found out the cat that did that, word to minds
I'mma
Ostrander, Skip Black
Bass: Tim Marks
Drums: Skyler Black
Keys: David Dorn
Bgvs: Skip Black
Mastered by: John Mayfield Mastering
Mixed by: Skip Black, Chris
a wife? (wife)
Gas got me higher than a kite (yeah)
Got a 401k on me, I could g now and retire (retire)
Your pussy boy got nine lives, if he lose one,
(nigga please)
By December, CIA gettin' paid taxes back
From the Candy Cane, Santa came, back in the big hurricane
You ain't shaggy anymore, DA, I ain't
to five, got a truck full of chicks
Just leavin the disco, me and my man from the knicks
Oak dog, later on because they live in the bricks
Jumped
me-stressing me, my memories
That's what they telling me
I'm trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me
By my memories, yeah heeey yeeeah
When it seems
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, uh-huh
Chorus:
you for me (U for me)
And me for you (Me for you)
One for all (One for all)
Black and white two seater, look like piano
Yellowbone live, only known by commercials
Hope you don't run up, my nine gon' hurt you
Percocet 15, I took
must be arthritic
Tim is from the '70's and so we live it
SA has the wisdom of a Nobel Laureate
I'm down for our days of glory
It's easy to do when
Uh, yeah, yeah, go
Might get talked about, but I don't get touched (nope)
Gotta keep it in their face, they don't take much (ho)
I'm the boss,
Keep it high the blues will get you if you're down
Don't live a life of sorrow cause that's a drag
Don't be shucking keep on truck'n and be proud
For
degrees
You'll cuss him under your breath
He won't let you quit your football team
Or hang with the kid who lives down the street
'Cause he heard he
Baby
Baby Plug
Yeah
Young nigga curb surfing
A truck stop a sideline brick
The folks watching but they ain't on shit
Reporting live from the yet
which I live
Bitches always tryna take
But they never wanna give
Man I'm just tryna live yeah
Yeah I'm bumpin' in the club
Goin' up by the dub
Never
Yeah yeah
Sipping on the finest
Yeah
Smoking on the most exotic
Yeah
Hanging with them bandits I was hanging with them block beaters
Niggas prolly
posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
yeah we sippin', dippin', tippin', elbow swangin' out the window
Swimming
(yeah)
I'm 1400/800, that ain't lowkey
Just in case you ain't know, I live and die 'bout them homies (yeah)
Fire in my heart 'cause you know I came
Ghetto Boyz ayy, ayy (yeah)
I got what you want, I got what you need
Nigga (Woo)
Get a check by my lonely, I don't need niggas
(I don’t need niggas)
I don't have to live like a boy anymore
I wake up every morning and I drink my coffee black
The days roll by and I count the ways
I don't worry
Well, I was rollin' by myself down to Memphis, Tennessee,
An' I was lookin' for a guy who had a mullet an' no teeth,
An' I was trippin' on some acid
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