Lyrics:
a billion
No I don't want your two cents cuz no I don't care for opinions
Boy I know you a nuisance and you know that I'm really winning
They told me to do it
put you somewhere you could live
Where you could have lil' man in his crib
Chasing a goal that ain't even here
I gotta go get it I know that you hear
be late on your watch
When this drops we aiming for the top
But time waits for no man I can't make it stop
Time all I got is time
From five to nine
killa hill
Resident, rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent
The street life is the only life I know
I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O
Iranian thoughts
So I'm by your side
While you tryna get right
Let me know
If you really coming through
Cause I need you all night
All night all night
Oooh baby
I know
too, man
I can't get it together
I mean if you go to ? Oneday, man
I mean, so baby, you want ? Three and sixty five days, right
You ain't gonna
blue lights and hit the left
All these pigs just want a check give two fuck bout my rep
I know niggas who is dead step by step think I'm next
Keep your
to doubt the dream
Making my lane in this rap game making a route to lead
People you're 'round are influential
Can't let them get inside your mental
I gotta
Hard times it’s just me an nobody else.
Tuff round your gang but what can u do when your by yourself. It was me vs the commonwealth. 10 cent a hour
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HONEY BUCKET:
In times of bella foe fa lies cobalt cast and clean.
I gotta motor fare the wheel real fast and fear.
even the police mob me
Get head in the whip, and you don't crash
Best believe defenetly something's wrong
With that ass
Unless shorty tight, she ain't
a thousand-five cannons
Nigga gettin' it on
Peep out the window, I was solo flashin'in the streets
Caught by cops
I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty
it, shake it
This groove was made for you
Get into it
And move that body too
The night is young and warm
The stars are all aligned
I'm taken by your
a motherfuckin sound
My pistol is pionted right between your frown
Nigga get down on the fuckin ground
With my kids gotta eat rob everybody around
You've seen Vans
But never seen them like this
You sittin' there mad racking your brain on how to diss
Take yo' time, can I get you something
Maybe
in that satin you lay in
While the choir start ukulele, ooh, pancakes and bacon
Ooh, can I get an amen? Yeah, better wear your helmet
This bitch is
over opinion of your sheep
Hustle through struggle fuck enemies
Determined to make it by any means
Imma get mine
I stay on the grind
Imma get mine
I stay
a pipe and now they share a tent. Cleaning your windows, asking if you could spare a cent
Or if you could spare a lighter, or spare a cig. See I was
And I'll tell you what I think
I think if I was rich I'd sprinkle it down
I heard that here we have the American Dream
Gotta pull yourself up by your
gone hold back
Is it cool if I, keep this groove when I
Get more serious bout this life between June and I
You did your best and I just been trynna
the unseen
To be seen by the eyes of man
When heaven and earth are hand in hand
Thy will be done
Damn
get set for damage
Prepare the soul
To control
Ahhhh!
A showdown, it's all the way live
Between The Sugarhill Gang and
The Furious Five
Take your partner by the hand
Get out'cha seat
We're gonna tickle
See I'm the type of dude
To walk up real smooth slide up on you
Shake your hand hit you with a little groove
See really, I'm just trying to get in tune
slut, and let the ho get on and make her money
You understand? I got a homey sittin' by me
Understand this nigga don't understand because he's a young
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