Lyrics:
and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!
So on this road to success, I grew up in the boat o'y'all
Gettin closed by the jets
I learned my code
on the
Floor in the front room
Me and all my cousins on the block tryna thug
Nigga you a school boy nigga
We was sellin' drugs i grew up in Jonesboro
It was
It's pain in my words so they gone turn my tunes up
sisters?
This one's for the brothers
The brothers, the brothers
Said I be rappin' for da ladies
What's up ladies?
But this one's for da brothers
turn, goddamn road block
Broke through the block and we did it fast
Cops wouldn't shot us on sight, they wouldn't took time to ask
[Hook]
page from Bris
He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set up
Tell the crew to keep their
i ain't worried bout nothing
Ten o clock on da dot i hear yelling and jumping
With a turn of the chevy
I see them rolling heavy
They screaming out
to the throat
Niggas kill niggas for steppin' on their toe
A girl is a bitch and a lady is a ho
When anything goes for a little bit o'docey
Shit get cooked by
there a fist and we're in (*punch*)
Blast some roaches up for the burnin'
Queue the techno on the turn deck (it's a banger)
Car chases in a Merc by
[Fredro Starr]
Yo! Turn that shit up, word up!
Afficial Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya niggas is dead-ass!
Know what I'm sayin'?
We're payin' my
Dark Past full of evil endeavors
Heart clean never black and ugly as ever
However I seen my family die from them rocks
Them beams on blocks including my
Okay, now I'm warmed up, I can feel the sweat
The bars drip and turn complex
Hit the floor as I gas the beat
Then evaporate and condense
In a generation
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's Harry, Dick,
as Stonehenge
Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge
Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor
And on the block he was called by
just simply the truth
We all from the ghetto, only difference, we go back
Back up in D and D on this Primo track, listen
I'm so gangsta prissy
or hate me" "Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down"
Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday
up my Head locc to the brain
On that insane tip E-be-K everyday
The block-style bitch smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding
not the bottle
I keep broads by the (?)
Shape and mold em like waffles
Call em by the palm, get up in they ear like 'Uhh' make a dike wanna turn
ey
Ehy blo dia from da moon
Parker sa che abbiamo feeling e
Pa pa panico in studio é la panic room
Fresh mi sembra un igloo
Range level up è good
Oh
high (hey)
Da duh duh, I get superman high (hey)
Yeah, what it is?
Ball up in the club with 50 hundred-dollar bills,
Right hand ice 'cause I got
Target practice baby only thing is I'm
Not the shooter, Im the bullet, bIAATCH!
G'd up from the feet up a-B-C D-E-F
I'm a G to the end the end
and ready to roll
(Roll) (roll) (roll)
And there they all go
I said "[Name], go up to that third block and flip a you-turn
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