Lyrics:
for this territory
Makin our life one big story to tell
Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body
I got proof, I'm not scared
If
see
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
Still keep talking shit to me punk
'Cause your magazine's over in less than six months
Haha
money over bitches, put my hustle over all
Louie down to the drawers, Luis Vuitton kicks
Got a Mad Hatter swagger, bitch I’m stupid dumb sick
With
Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'
Word up I got shit to do you
the streets
They gon' say, "What
What the fuck started us?
And made 'em start it up?"
And look at me like I ain't smart enough
And everybody got a suggestion
the lives or envy the guys
Who be frontin' in the Six that's really a Five
You could see I still got it by the look in my eyes
I'mma blue collar criminal,
for this territory
Makin our life one big story to tell
Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body
I got proof, I'm not scared
If
bred around the belt
So I know just how to whip
Good gravy
Look at how I live
You can tell by how I lead cause my followers legit
I could run the whole
I can't see you walking away (way)
She don't even know how I do all this shit in one day (ooh)
I got the moves here
You got the juice here
We
Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that dark rhythm in her soul
But I'm too over the edge and I ain't in the mood anymore
To remember
see
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
Still keep talking shit to me punk
'Cause your magazine's over in less than six months
Haha
is clear
Come and look how we live over here
Got hella currentsy like a cashier
See through the bullshit crystal clear
Life is so beautiful I shed
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it
but the money
What you trying to say?
More fifties more hundreds
Who you trying to be? Who I already is
King of my city, gotta get it how I live
Me
Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver
A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another
I'm the face of my city
Cosigned by Diddy
Hard liquor, I'm shitty
Hotel with some bitty
Got her doing my bidding
You changed, no kidding
Wasn't
That's right, papa, that's right
How we do, yeah, I'll na na
Uh huh, uh, come on
What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top
Close your eyes
ghetto
It's where I live, it's where I'm from
It's where you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto
Can't explain how I feel growin' up in
it's time, don't fight it
Piggy-back ride to the sofa, in the microwave
I got your favorite Stouffer's, lasagna, that's how much I want ya
Fuck
on live life with out you
But every time someone comes around to talk about you
I get feelings inside again
I wanna be right back by your side again
it's time, don't fight it
Piggy-back ride to the sofa, in the microwave
I got your favorite Stouffer's, lasagna, that's how much I want ya
Fuck
the dancin'
Only live once, so I'm takin' these chances
I'ma do all that I gotta do
Go back to my hood, they say that we proud of you
Over the family, we
get outta here
Who was you with when you got tattooed?
And who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms?
And who the fuck threw up all over
Mercedes, it's a one of one
Black exterior, the one that I want
Red inside like that time of the month
Blood money, that's how I got this
Blood money,
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