Lyrics:
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
you if you brown
Shoot you in cold blooded murder if you black
But tell you join the Army, here's a gun
Invade Iraq
Get em the oil, get maimed by a bomb
Rocking Ricky-O and fucking Marni
Shawty said "Vinci don't play no games with me", took a look at my bitch told her "Sorry"
Just found out that your bitch
were like no other
I just hope ya momma love ya, get the addy just for leverage
Send her money for the severance, hand delivered by a savage
With a life
never gone call me
The boys gone pull up
And my boy gone fall for me
Picking up keys like I know how to drive
Met a new piece I keep her on the side
My
the weeks went by
As eclipse played into your ears you were then freed left life
Death off the air approached you and you were freed left life
Deep down you
your dial on 187
Now, some new music by some
Homeboys out of South Central here's ATL
And they called this one livin' like hustlers
Let me start it off
Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good
And tell me lil' something that I really want to hear, baby have no fear
I'll be oblige to the side
to death and they're on your left
Men daring to catch you, slave runners, coming
You heard of a lot of your tribesmen got caught By these men
cnd never
Heavy like balls, niggas I might blow y'all
Your ammo see y'all court block, blowin' up ya ammo
Handle gun on the ledge I might blow his hand off
between blacks or whites
The vibe is tight big Shaq is on the Mic
So raise up the roof with both your hands wha-wha
And boogie to my pool jam
(Chorus)
Beware of the dogs, off the chain
Fuck your whips, at the club, we piss in the parking lanes
Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide
If your broad
callin', that's your man's job (hello?)
Hands free when she suck it, keep her hands off
She just a thot, I get the top and then I smash off
My chain
RUN A RING AROUND RAPPER WHILE IM RUNNING BACKWARD
THEN I GO AHEAD AND MAKE A BEAT THAT MELT YOUR FACE OFF (OH MY GOD)
AND I AIN’T TRYNA BE COCKY, BUT
I got the key to the streets
Haters keep speaking they piece
They might needa speak to the piece
I try to hold onto my peace
But I’ll do whatever I
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
pass that hookah
What
Word on road man the streets are cold
Day by day got my hand froze
Bit by bit we Just stack some dough
Splish and splash let it
thought she was doing something
That shit sucks, I wish I wasn't so wish-washy
I misjudged her by the way she was fixed up
I slipped up and gave her
for me
It's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
Cause
off with my red nail polish
Watch me in the swimming pool, bright blue ripples, you
Sitting sipping on your Black Cristal, oh yeah
Light of my
watching tv
Keep a
Black pen by my side when I’m sleeping
Cuz I
Write bars while I’m dreaming
Ain’t no days off
N hard work paid off bitch I’m timeless
Yeah
to fuck up my day
But I ain't even worried about your bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, hard to take your eyes off it
They make the sky toxic
the birds and the bees
I got your bitch on her hands and knees preaching to me saying please
I just be popping off with the steeze new whip just hand me
priceless
Real like them Rahway Lifers, nuttin but time on my hands
Observe the black sands in the hourglass, fallin fast
In the savage land haulin ass,
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