Lyrics:
a huddle
We talkin bout money like it's a rebuttal
Just wait for my shit to take off like a shuttle
These niggas be mad like they stepped in a puddle
This is
target audience
Cause it's obvious
I've gone astray
Losing my way like Timberlake
Produced by Timberland on that goddamn FutureSex/LoveSounds
What's
sellin dimes
Out my crack house, yeah that's crashed out
Let me catch that
Just like Stackhouse, kick ya back out
Have you mad vexed
Like you did your
to piss me off but I'm already Mad
I need smoke some Ganja but till then, I'm out here smoking blacks
By my Kobe year I'm gone be rich, I'm out here
You'd swear it was beats by Last BeNeVoLeNcE and in fact
It was...and honestly at first it had me buggin out
I wanted to flex my vocal chords but man I
with gang that's a no
Yeah we made it out the dirt
Made that shot just like i'm Dirk
Lil Zurg up on my shirt
Niggas mad i'm always first
And I made all
("YEAH"), niggas about to beat you all down to the last stop
I'm all good, as I telephone my hood
At first I was shook, tried to play by the book
But
a rainy dayyay..(/singing)
I didn't have friends 'cause I barely even spoke
My head was mad out on a ill uni flow
Surrounded outside by thievs and crooks
there's someone in my house
(911 dispatch) can you please run by your address for me
(woman) 151 shenedoah, shenendoah
(911 dispatch) ma'am where inside
run by your address for me
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
Ma'am where inside the house are you
(Oh my god)
Ma'am where inside the house are you
In my
what)
Tell her I be on the chase
Chasing for that paper with these niggas in my face (what, what)
Tell em I be going first
I be goin first just to end
glass
Talkin' bout things that a nigga never had
Bought him his first pad, now my nigga mad
Called up my dad
Asked him what to do about it he said "Son
inside
I'll use my dick to smack up some dimes
Like I need equipment to back up my rhymes
If you timid, you'll learn to uninhibit
by stretching your tight
mad you ain’t got what I got
Got what I got
Shop where I shop
Post on my block
Straight coast on my clock
Got what I got
Get what I was given
One stop
figures all in my crib
Im a kinda mad guy for your little story
I'll come in as the bad guy
Tought we had some ties
& they were mad tight
The day I left em,
wit'
Tight shit, Diamond Princess
Don't be the first name on my hit list
Trust me, that's not a good look
I'm a Vet, you a Rook, hoes better get shook
think we got one
This is cold
I can picture standing on it now
I can picture us going mad on it
Ghetto
Day by day in the ghetto
Back in the day I
T
I ain't talking 'bout my favorite part of the
Movie when I say I love the scene
We can't be stopped by death man
(Death man, no, no, no)
Jaykae's got
last to graze it
Bitches mad tight, their mans, they want to have my baby
Barely ever out, but when I am, I'm lookin like a lick
I grab his dick, I
and profit is not my amenity
I'm just here to get popped by the cops
Get popular so I can discredited in a documentary by the enemy
While in a homicidal,
at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first man on some from Zelda
Nintendo, b-, run, jump, punch,
a magazine
I can pull out my chain yelling bada bling
Or on a G4 plane sitting by the wing
Telling you the leather feel good don't it
For 50 thou you'll have
a magazine
I can pull out my chain yelling bada bling
Or on a G4 plane sitting by the wing
Telling you the leather feel good don't it
For 50 thou you'll have
a magazine
I can pull out my chain yelling bada bling
Or on a G4 plane sitting by the wing
Telling you the leather feel good don't it
For 50 thou you'll have
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