Lyrics:
homie, and this is now
Bredren
I'm this close from copping the Porsche 911
The 911, that's the reason for my A-R
The M-14 is for my nigga J-R
See I don't
The moment we said good bye
Silence tore across the sky
The riverbed by wide and dry
As far as I could see
And someone said
My ghost was found
Laying
gangsta shit, it's what you call a don
Ran off the Draco and the double R just for my daughter prom
I got my first brick from Doug, you know that one was
(Pipe that shit up TnT)
So did you get it?
Yeah, I got it
Okay, I'm just sending it to you (Tahj Money)
You alright?
I don't feel good
Alright,
by the fountain
Swear my favorite hobby countin' Like, where the fuck was you when I was drownin'
Style cold, speak truth, why you clownin'
Swear my
Tapa Tapa pon the sing oh
Uhh wee
I can't kill myself for Nothing
I work hard I live for Something
For you my ride or Die
When you Dey by Myside
Them
my attack
Ain't no 45 but I still gon give you that smack
A nice remedy
For all you bitches that keep on trying me
I ain't saying names no
Chorus:
You gotta keep it pumpin'. (x4)
Verse One (Tamika):
I went out looking for a good place,
But everywhere I went was dull.
I went here,
wit no gills
Down for too long had to part wit my feels
When shit go to good gotta make sure it's real
She throwin it back I can tell that it's real
Went to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collard
greens but there's no money left in my wallet
But I kept fifty cents for my juice (word?)
Now we
Never lose my focus 'til the city takes notice
And you know this man! I'll never sleep
Because the ghetto has a million promises for me to keep!
You
If the weed good then we good, what's happening
Drink till you don't see straight, four glasses
If I get a few dollars it's no accident
Money in
settle for less
You think you that nigga I replied yes
I got 99 problems but a bitch can't make me stress
Money on the table I remember I wasn't able my
now
Economics got the motherfucking budget down
So what the fuck is what
Your motherfucking budget now
They wanna kill me but death
Is too good for me
sugar, movin' down the line
I come up hard baby, but that's okay
'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way
I come up hard baby, I've been for real
Gonna
(Huh)
Good god
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me!
Ohhh BLUE
I despise
Cuz the wolverines
Them ain’t my guys!
Spartan spears
Are
I woke up in the middle of the night Trying to make some money for me you did
Little did I know it was all going to end
Want to drown now for me for
Are you frightened by the fire in my eyes
It burns for you
And I know you see it too
Your heart was open looking for light
Are you surprised
very best friend you
Used him/her for ritual and you
are busy celebrating with the money
This talk is not good to hear
Say it let us hear
Because of my
the zips from cuz
They come vacuum sealed
Break em down n send em round
We Smokin Good out the ounce
Make a track to make ya bounce
Sit back an let the money
down the wrong road for money 'cause I need it (on God)
Sacrifice, thinkin' long term, my vision clear, I see it
Put that shit on paper, numbers low,
lose me
You thinking she bad
Your bitch is a floozy
And she choosy
And I been on my lonely
That mean by myself
So really I'm good I don't need your
Inappropriate cheap success
We exploit the death of a good friend
Let evil make some money for our band
Can someone please rape my dead friend and tell me all
gettin' wrapped in sheets, sneakers will be exposed
This bullet here for your soul
Bitches is just for sex, that said I could jack my dick
She don't
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