Lyrics:
I ain't got no friends
(take money) yeah, I'ma do this track
West side! (take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Ha ha haha, hey fat boy
(take
been way too long since I've had this kinda top
But
Who gone be there in the end when it falls down?
When it all falls down
Who gone be there in the end
You don’t gotta fit
And if you fall it is what it is
Pick yourself up and handle ya biz
There ain’t no limits when I'm off the grid
No condemnation for
The pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy (what?)
We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy (uh, uh, uh)
There's nothin' on this earth that can
When 16 ain't enough
It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately
When 16 ain't enough, having a dope beat, dope idea
16 bars ain't enough!
How
get shot down
Hero, it ain't nothing but a sandwich, call the cops now
Fuck the police, stop running
White boys terrorize nigga' neighborhoods, gunning
know they don't wanna go back, no glory
Scene IV, the pimp got took out by Barry's brother
We got this tip on some new fresh bait
Money in their heads
What it do,
Coming at you live, it's your boy big Snoop Dogg
Got my nephew Soulja Boy in this mothafucker
We need you to move like pronto, like
mobbing fuck do you expect?
When it come to this I don’t stress
Watch a nigga flex
You know it
You know it
You ain’t got the class, you ain’t pass
Homie you
it as a sign on how
Im living my life
Who can I trust
I put my faith in the lord
My soul is protected by
The shield and the sword
This right here my
And one by one each woman he kiss
(He kiss her and she gon' fall in love)
Stokie's just Stokie, you know?
(Stokie's Stokie)
Till someone shows that they
I'll just laugh at cha'll
Shouting out,fall in love, it ain't a plans at all
But ain't no tellin'
When there's no more sellin' other record end up
live in this walk with no stumble
Every human the same 'cause in our heart we ain't humble
It's that pride in our veins that's gon bring all of us under
Lately yeah your boy is thinking how to spit the rhymes
Should I do it for the love, I gotta make it mine
When I make to the top you know I’ll make
to ball
while waiting for this pussy ass job to call
and it ain't hopping
got me tipping to hear them things popping
cash bags dropping
with plenty of cane
to ball
while waiting for this pussy ass job to call
and it ain't hopping
got me tipping to hear them things popping
cash bags dropping
with plenty of cane
twos
Nigga know I got that K with me
If I call Kojack, nigga know that
Boy gon' spray for me, baow
Write it in the books, I'm a crook
Tell by the look
good for long enough Knock 'em out, sell 'em, move on,
It's a fast buck and the race is on to get in, get out,
Get what you want, get out it's
boy, you will get out of it
The energy released comes back, there is no doubt of it
So when you thrive to connive and contrive foolish deeds
This
and 'burbs for word placement
Back when the independent scene remained faceless
We were the only crew who promised your ass we'd take it
Mold it, shape
ain't get pu-bli-ca-ted
But its okay man
Flows stay
Ac-ti-va-ted
And if they judge by the company
You keep
Company doing no good
Then what's to really go
those trees
I kiss my finger, cross my heart, I'ma make it out these dark days
Whether together or we part ways
I got a promise to that boy tatted
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
know I don't fold under pressure
I'm back on the road, I get low on the pedal
We live by the codes of the ghetto
I'm closing this out with my memo
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