Lyrics:
of the ghetto entertainment got me havin' change
You can smell it on me, even tho quite, the way I live it be tellin' on me
Don't get twisted I'm still a felon
a trick and that
Don't mean you doing no pimping cause you Break a bitch
Faggot bitch want to fuck with me I heard she done paid
Twenty P's told her she
from the school zone
By the time I copped that half
Went down to Memphis like I'm Bleek
Knew my uncle Wade was dead
Grandma tried to tell me he was
Half a century of service
(Unstoppable force)
No signs of slowing down
(Immovable object)
Unless you're coming with me
Get the fuck outta my way
So
out the window oh
Where did the time go
Be 20 by sunrise
You'll wake under new skies
Our childhood is gone now let's
Get on the highway of our lives
Mr
talkin to
I know it's rough in the ghetto but let me walk witchu
Talk witchu, uh-huh, yeah, hea
And for the ones who put you down and said you wouldn't
let me walk witchu
Talk witchu, uh-huh, yeah-hea
And for the ones who put you down and said you wouldn't make it
But you still held your ground
'em grown and then watch 'em lead
Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all
the records to the neclace boi,
Don't hand me the keys if it ain't show room floor,
Ten diamonds in the rolli betta add ten more,
From the bend up lift my hands
don't quit
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't stop
Come on Wes, give 'em what ya got
Give me the mic and I'm a wreck ya from the start to end
me
Let's bet on the set, I'm a vet runnin' from Fifty
It spell out, so I'm a post to the fullest
Only servin' then, the Ice Cream Man is out again
Chiraq, we don't need a .38
Just two young G's, one Nike pouch and his little blade
And if you live that day, give thanks to your God
'Cause there
he throwed kuz, he don't know his dad
Shit, I live with mine, but I don't mean to brag
He gave me the Glock with da extended mag
So what I look like,
let me sum it up
I feel like I have seen a motherfucken gun enough
I feel like I've seen the murders and the drugs enough
How many murders til we
breathe out
Ground yourself, and hit the floor running, running
Yeah
Don't come in, come in
Hey
If you ain't got good news, good vibes, I cut ties
Can't let
Hahha
Now everytime I grab the mic I always start shit up
Sharper than your double-edger, watch me carve shit up
Live and direct, respect it
two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way, word up
Know what I'm sayin'? (Cash rules everything around me)
(C.R.E.A.M. get-)
Yeah, check this
the mirror, feeling dead from the face up
Coffee pots, cigarettes, morning Js, Baileys
Slowing down my day before it picks up the pace
Beats playing since
these other niggas, why you wanna love me?
I started this in juvi', I don't let down my collar
Even when I grew up, I just wanna be a robber
Birds in
on straight
All systems go cut the umbilical cord
From old earth to new earth Manhattan to turf
For what its worth my mum held me down one deep
Pops was
on straight
All systems go cut the umbilical cord
From old earth to new earth Manhattan to turf
For what its worth my mum held me down one deep
Pops was
just like the rest, self-centred[02:15.93]Narrow-minded and blinded by greed[02:17.90]Don't give a fuck about the next guy or what he needs[02:20
bad
Asian chick with a thick ass
And she let me hit it from the back
She in love with me
She don’t fuck with you
She riding with me
She part of the crew
sharpened my teeth
I'm starving, let's eat
Move over dog, I'm starting to feast
Who harder than me, Ben
The ultimate beast
If it's problems let's speak
Or let
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