Lyrics:
I told that bitch I ain't nothing like her last guy
Good hearted Nigga but they label me the bad guy
They don't like to see me happy I get mad high
to the South
We in, get the bread, then we out, no doubt
Harlas and preachers, these boys dirty
They'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
Ahora
reach it
You been over many times
Haters lyin'
Switch in' time
Say they friends, but now they slime
They switch up, don't blink a eye
Tell em, push up
I guess shorty mad he don't got you no more (so oh, oh, oh, oh)
So just like Pinocchio, his nose gon' grow (so oh, oh, oh, oh)
Gucci Mane, Mariah
don cast no don't show em
Don jazz on tracks big tunes big plaques
Sing rap who but me do it like that
Who is that Fine Boy
Awon boy but a fine boy
Fine
-Yeah, you fuckin punk, I'm finna take ya muthafuckin beat and go
Nationwide with it, bitch. Don't ever bite the muthafuckin dick that
Feeds you.
worked up an appetite
Alright, it's time for you to eat it and beat it
It's getting cold
So now you gotta eat it and beat it
Tell 'em boys
Yeah, you
really in the trenches
Real fucking dope boy
Move packs
You don't know about the struggle
Just watch me relax
Still get the dope boy
Can't act
You can keep
to stop it
Dont get mad get a bigger profit
Dont get mad
Get mad
Dont get Get mad get a bigger profit
Floor seats at the su-preme
Jet engines, im taken
Man you gotta learn to love, live, prosper
Get all that hate up out of you
Only got one life to live
Better live it while you here, boy
Make
that shit like a crown
You used to get the buss down now you own a buss down
Tell em folks that the boy is different now, boy is different now
Its
have to force you
Blow your brains out
The body bag or the coffin
Me and () in the Jag sippin' coffee
We don't get harassed by the
Badge wit' a warrant
a victim
Cut my house arrest bracelet off, them people out to get me
I told Montana I ain't going back to house detention
I don't give a damn about what
me
I play for keeps, send that lil ass boy to call my phone
Bitch don't play with me, I don't give no fucks bout who he is
Tell him where the fuck I
the camera and phones
I came to get dirty and I got one goal
To leave out a legend by any means
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems
Give 'em hell
to you and yours
My name is Ad-Rock, I'm from the B-boys
I go by the sign of, umm Scorpio
You know I rock ya' body in stere-ereo
Been down with
I'm 'bout to overload, I'm 'bout to kill boy
All I want to know is where the G's at, where the Ki's at
Keep it easy, you don't want to get speedy
All
(Yeah)
T T Tell'em that we outside
(Lets go lets go hey)
T T Tell'em that we all ridin
(We out Boy)
Loud packs got a block wildin
(Yeah hella wildin)
You
G19's choppas get to blessin' boy what's hannin
Oh you ain't never seen, an m16 never seen a g19
Suppressor with a beam shit, I don't really need
Oh he
by any cost I'm out here reppin' Cleveland
They got be bobbin, weavin'
Nigga give me the reason
To let 'em flies, do or die, niggas no longer
real
But I wouldn't just toss em under your bed
That's how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)
And don't let em sit around all day
Come home and find
and carry myself savagely
Boy ya'll ain't fucking with no run of the mill niggaz hoss
We kill niggaz We kill as a little nigga by my waist under my
1, 2 I bust shit to load guns to
Beats for the hoodlums
Somebody's gotta do'em
Fed's screw 'em
Faggot's got my whole crib bugged
Mad tapps
tell the truth but the truth ain't their preference
I won't be surprised when they mad cuz I expected
Nothing more from 'em they was born to be reckless
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