Lyrics:
what for?
And all I did was make time
But I ain't take enough for myself
Just doin' shit for everybody else
I ain't hardly even by myself
Family
the field
No, no nigga alive can scare me, God is my shield
Rode around the Nawfside givin' out hundreds of bills
Some of my soldiers ain't survive, I
fly by
The vibe's up on the fire escape
The steps I takes when I climb
Yo I gets higher than the size of a high rise
Why'all realize I be
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I
to written word
Over lessons of life, the 3rd of Bass
Face up, step to a devil
Not takin, but remain invisible
Men judge by passin a mountain
called Caucus,
ain't the way it's supposed to be
How they wishin' the six feet below for me
When I'm givin' them respect and dough for B
Make you never wanna connect
Like a K9 when he pickin' the scent up
Seventeen in the stair-, yo
Ayy, seventeen in the stairway, hustlin' drugs
Listenin' to Grandmaster by GZA
Let my time cum I'd be rolling.
Let dis niggas knw I can ball-it.
Tryna catch up with me I'd be goin*.
Not waiting 4 any nigga 'ey are screwing
Brag
more light cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle
note I'm leaving after this song
So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on
I was conceived
the club, at the Shark Bar
Valet my keys, and park my car
No snap shots, 'cuz I might get popped
As I slide by security, givin' 'em props
First thing I
Tis the season to be givin'
And I've got somethin' just for you
Let's take a trip to my cabin
We can celebrate
A funky Christmas made for 2 (oh)
Tis the season to be givin'
And I've got somethin' just for you
Let's take a trip to my cabin
We can celebrate
A funky Christmas made for 2 (oh)
in the Rover
I feel so lucky, I found me a clover
One in a milli, I know it ain't over
We lock eyes
Is it first love at sight, then you walk by
I'm
on an breakin' me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans
Ain't tryin' to make a love scene
Truly I just want you
Givin' me a bad vibe (ooh-ooh, help me see)
Guess I'm just a bad guy (oh, yeah)
Throw yo' hands up in the air (ayy)
If ya know he love ya (ayy)
Tell
What that nigga want, God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five-finger shit)
(Cash rules) word up, two for fives over here, baby
Word up
get better by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, check the method, that's how we livin'
Always been driven, out of sight and yet never hidden
like I'm givin' up
It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger
I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love
Soon as I got rich, soon as I
of girl you think about in bed
Blow job Betty givin' real good head
Bust a left nut, right nut in her jaw
Sperm on her cheeks is all ya saw
She could
I keep it real pack steel like my man Y.G
When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm Swayze
You must be crazy kid
Man I never did forever wildin'
to get through this life
So For a minute
Fuck the next shit
We just tryin' to vibe
Straight up nah
We don't really give fuck cuz
We ain't never givin' up
gets splitted
I'm not just taco, I'm the whole enchilado
Enter any center blowin' up like Desperado
People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't
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