Lyrics:
a drug free school zone
J.A.D.A
I'm top 5, dead or alive
And that's just off one LP
Jae Hood
Two guns up
All I know is bitches and money, grams
broke,
And I know he ain’t fucking with me.
Put his ass in the trash,
Like the Grouch. (grouch)
That boy still sleep on the couch.
He pop one more slick
Verse 2:
It's just the way it's gon' be till I die
This gangsta life, who ride throw up sets
It's for the evil mind,
Living our lives sayin' he's
it just come to my head
And I’m from the murder I be living day by day
Everyday I see a new nigga dead
I know that shit sad but this shit wrote in
ass days bro
Sure we was broke but we was be -be guns havin' hella fun on natural dough
When you started to smoke that's when you changed
The weed
still love me?)
This be the TRUest shit I ever said
[C-Murder]
Be runnin' outta clubs, as nigga be rasing flags
You only get nine lives I murder that ass
to hand, runnin' from the police (sellin' motherfuckin' dubs, smokin' weed)
I see you
Live your life as a ghetto star
(Look at these tramp ass hoes) Talk
Motherfucker
Still ballin', niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true
Motherfucker still ballin'
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered
Yeah
I Wake Up, Get Fly
Take Pictures? Hell Nah
My crew, 2 Live
Cooking, stir fry
I wake up, too fly
Hotter than July
Wanna kick it, Muay Thai
(Haan) one brick, he think he richer than errybody
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody (haan)
Four bricks, he think he richer than
truly mock me
But who can stop me, from breakin' niggaz off like Fujiyaki?
My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics
Niggaz
Step and don't let go, step and don't let go
Step and don't let go, because Midwest never broke
Step and don't let go, step and don't let go
Step
ass
I need a money counter that go "rrrr" whenever I'm counting that cash
I done been dead broke
Came straight From The Bottom
I promise I ain't going
I was broke I hadda get by
Know my haters had a field day
But on my clavicle some new ice
They walking by and need a replay
She used to hate me now
On Tuesdays and Thursdays
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
dead broke i still aint steal
Got someones baby momma asking if i ate if not she brings a meal
My ex getting her ass beat in these streets bet she missin
from, still gotta pack a gun
Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' til the early
And - My dad was dead so these streets had to raise me
And even back in 1983 shit was crazy
Young, black, broke, drunk be a smoke
It's good they
put on headstones
Quahfee my nigga dead and gone
Powder inside my nigga nose
Jayden think that I'm dead wrong
How the fuck you gon' beef
And you broke
no
And the bitch better come true so long at the mo mo
I'll leave a bitch dead and broke
Check a hoe, I ain't no motherfucking got damn
got two girls, by any means bruh I’m gone hustle
I switch my style up, that’s when yo girl, she fell in love with me
They say that I’m versatile,
starting to look like something to eat
I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You want to see her again?
Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM"
I have dreams
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