Lyrics:
get concious minds provoked and ghetto passes revoked
cause we surrounded by the evil, you know that the people's minds
is feeble they believe in it,
Workin' in the city
This town's got no pity
Bossman owns a heart of stone
I'm on the line, it's overtime
I'll tell you it's a crime
They get
Aheh you don't wanna be
Involved in this one, huh?
This here, this is
This is gonna be a blues number but, first
I wanna do a little bit
drama interject, where you might get hit by a pro who in the jects
Who sleeping on the floor cause the living so raw where bullets do the George Jeff
one in your truck
(Let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty
(Let's get dirty)
And you really don't give a, what?
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get dirty
and pad write this down
First off give mom and pops every ounce of respect you got
Second don't ever get caught on Stacey's block
Third keep nine mil alive
Let your feet have a mind of its own
Don't let nobody stop this ride that we on
Fathead why you all up on my shoes?
Sax-man can you get up on my groove?
The shit bang and leave you diabetic for paramedics
I spit flames and get dames to get change
With pitbull bark and lock the shock
Don't bother me Och, don't
know
I know they see me on the camera
Might just link Samantha
Mix the gentlemen with gansta
Quickly stop off at the off licence
Bossman, let me
of me livin' if this the way that I'll be feelin'?
Why won't you stay? I just don't get it
Cryin' to nobody else
I ain't got nobody help
I feel like
that let the heat clap
You learn when OG's speak you don't speak back
Life's moving fast then out came the speed trap
So I said fuck it go around it
rocks let’s get down!
Grab your rocks and throw
Today is the day that
We all had enough
Fight for what was yours
Today is the day that we
Take back
Guess this ain't the day to try and talk about a raise
You get up for another cup and stroll on down the aisle
You watch 'em work, these stupid jerks
and dance while I bust this move
And talk about myself, I don't need a partner
Bilal has the cuts, then I'll help start the
Show, let a lyric flow and you
on me you got me fucked up
We don't play round, this ain't a play ground
Feel like Paul George Clips get shot everyday now
I feel like Gucci Mane in 2006
going down
Homie I've been scrapping for this
Dream since a young buck (young buck)
Blood, sweat
And tears grinding ‘til the sun's up
(sun's up) don't
useless if yo stack don't have Ulysses S Grant
That's the 50s is you with me let's hit the bank then
Money like music I Benjamin Franklin
I'm out for
a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down, and square dance with me
C'mon now, let's all get
a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down, and square dance with me
C'mon now, let's all get
outlaw women down on
Our side of the barbed wire
Money grows in rows
And if it don't you've gone broke
So We hang out by the bonfire
Just the good ole
Polar captions are known to balance the whole weight
Promote the fashion and you can take home my oldest jacket
Get over Sharon she don’t date rappers its
trying to front like he's down with
Mount Zion
What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
let the fork do the talk (skrrt)
Gucci Mane, I murder man (rrah), I get you lined in the chalk
Million dollar AP, Gucci Mane challenge
High steppin'
the only skrt I leave on this beat
If you don't let me be
Let me be
Let me be
Let me, let me, let me, let me
I shake the hand of sorrow, ouch, see you
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