Lyrics:
by the way
Yo Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman
We gotta give the streets what they want man
Fuck the god damn sheet man
You gotta get it in bruh
wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo Young, Jeezy (amen)
Jizzle, Snowman (amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want man (amen)
Fuck the god damn
that a peace of mind
Money all mine, Jordans on feet
Girls gone wild, bunnies on skeet
Schoolboy and Dope Boy, boy, that's some shit
S55 fly by, that's
the rest of my life in prison
A classified mission on some James Bond shit,
007-style up against some straight convicts
Now I'm pondering, thoughts
Anytime it me in vip
They say the zoo in town circus elephants
Is goin' wild, yea you 'n'
Clowns, monkey niggas talkin' shit
I can make yo shit see
harder then some niggas I know,
And I know, that she know, I'm by her side,
She by my side,
And if I ride then she goin' ride and we goin' ride until
, fly like eagles been doing the shit like liters
And hitting y'all with heaters and walking in my Adida's
I continue to bust, then I switched up
shiver
When I deliver
Criminal lyrics
From a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waitin' for some thug shit
to
I'm as fly as a Jordon poster, I'm leaning hair breathe
Smelling like hen and a mix of hydroponic by the the time
My click find me in VIP I'm lost in
of money making
Harlem death, Harlem life, some get taken
Harlem world at war, bullets hit
You’re aching
Body at Harlem hospital, in surgery
Harlem shaking
Yeah B
Talk yo' shit
(Partner let me upgrade you)
How you gon' upgrade me what's higher than number one?
You know I used to beat that block
Now
calm down)
That nigga be on some bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer, you know
Yeah
1080
cin't no back and forth
Give a nigga a choice
They make it they gotta live with it
Been on some million dolla shit from the beginning
at will
Will I kill you
Fly will peel you off the map that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit
Mmm, call it mystic
cancer in the brain
Dickhead, by the time you get fed
I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack
Her lips and her hips thick
My boxers are covered
I'm possessed by the dream I finesse to the green
Get it all for my kin it's do or die for my team
I been waiting long years just for someone to say
fly, 'til I die
I gotta stay fly, 'til I die
I gotta stay fly, 'til I die
I gotta stay fly (yeah), 'til I die (ayy)
Call me the juice and you know
from the gutta
Yea that stick it got a stutter
Man it talk like boom boom but - uh
But its bout to pitch a shut out
It look like I lit some bud up
Leave
Ay, it's time to put some cuffs upon your girl
Ah, triggers go home
They be like warmup boy, I see you right
I be like I know, I know, I know I'm fly
Know to hold him tight
The ride's by J.D. Salinger
Well she likes my sense of a job
The way it holds her
Lanky piece of shit
But she don't know that
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
is
Snoop Dogg is on the mic, I'm 'bout as crazy as Biz
Markie, spark the chronic bud real quick
And let me get into some fly gangsta shit
Yeah, I
the click when am off this meds
Learnt the game from G
Some nigga had no love for me
And I been tryna figure out how am down with the shit
Stayed crunk all
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
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