Lyrics:
(stroll up)
They comin' through the back door
The big homie better hold up (hold up)
Me and my whoadies 'bout to roll up (roll up)
I see them boppers
as hell
In my mind I can see it comin'
And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin'
By keepin' gun and never run unless I'm comin' at ya
Cry
you none
I want your blessin' today (love me)
Oh, by the way, open the door by the way
Told you that I'm on the way (love me)
I'm on the way, I know
the proof
I got twenty five bitches, I'm Uncle Luke
I'm thuggin' rich, I'm 2Pac, I got the juice
30 round clip on the Glock
Make me knock out your juice
Yeah,
(yeah, woo)
(Young Nick Papz, make it slap)
Nigga know I back out every time the pack out, big boy straighten offenders (what?)
I was in the trap
tough
Never told me they was hard, or claimed to be my God
When I first found the courage to bounce up outta Queens
And saw Big Dave comin' up out
niggas hope you had your V8s
The ten-milli tag dangling from the PH
They call it cloud city because you can't see Pharrell, but then
I can see Miami
Yeah mane, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song, man
Like a damn rapper
Ah man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn
In '09,
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
bitches, I let these bitches chase me
They pop up at my shows, they know everywhere I be
Like big Snoop, we got all your CDs
And we'll do anything if
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine (what?)
Yeah, look, huh, nigga, this is my shit
watchfully as they sit there by the door.
So, I'll work on the towboats with my slippery city shoes on
Which I swore I would never do again
Through
unit city
Batman, spotlight, gotta say you bitches
The jokes on you Jack
Who the fuck you gon' call when your shit towed, by the repo
Can’t tell your
look around
[Erick Sermon]
I rock house from old folks to childern
Squad comin through knockin down your building
Lyrical murderer, who you be?
We
her?
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take advice from somebody who
some off the tizzop (skrrt)
I'm shittin' on the industry, my enemies ain't rich as me (huh)
Your baby dad ain't half as me (nope), used to buy a half
A hunnid thou, 3 kilos, my chain is illegal
My life a Tarantino, the mall, you in the sequel
It's big dollars fuckin' with this big screen
Shit done
chopper flippin' and poppin'
With the spirit of Pac and Big Poppa!
Ya! This for your motherfuckin' rap quotes
My shit is surprisin' and shockin' like
sugar
Sugar sugar sugar sugar sugar
Ah, it ain't over child
Your racing car
Raised by the boldness
You know you are
Your lips like cherries
Just a ragged kid in overalls,
He thumbed a ride one day
He said, "Anywhere you're headed on my way."
But as we passed by Big Al's drive-in
His eyes
a bitch got some cock to server
im a rape the game, no wrap this burger
hey! above the clouds, seein stars like L.A
Have your girl always comin back like
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them
cowards I'm a buss they head
[Chorus]
I'm comin' out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, they show our score
Pull the dough out, and roll
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