Lyrics:
neck, I put them horses in the carriage
Scoot up Lamborghini with lil' shawty, she the baddest
She gon' roll the weed, shoot the gun, she a savage
She
One lil, two lil, three lil G's
Hangin' on the dope spot slangin' they keys
Four lil, five lil, six lil cops
Leanin' in the cut, 'bout to get popped
back to me
Like I was Superman
But then I saw your face across the street
Through the tears of Hercules
There's a bus that leaves at 8:15
Another
the spoon
Seen a prom queen smoke crack when I was lil'
Million dollars in cash like I sell drugs (sell drugs)
Gave my bitch a hundred racks, vacuum sealed
stay and my love for her won't let me run
Where is Secora, will my eyes see her
Then in a moment she runs from a door down the street
"Up on your
of niggas can't stomach death, he had went to vomittin' on the drill
In their hood, they rob they brothers, don't tell your mama 'bout what he did
If you
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
[Nickelus F: speaking]
Niggas in the city hatin' me man they trippin'
When I'm the only one that's really spittin'
My nigga Lil Lee the only one
on the wa-a-a-a-a-a-a-ay (oh hello!)
When I step up in the street is like a rob on there
When I step up in the street is like a rob on there
I hate the streets, with
I'm smokin' bud in the back
I waitin' for niggas to trip 'cause, bitch, I love to scrap
Mama raised me as a thug nigga, where love, niggas?
I'm
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
(17)
They gon' let me in that bitch
Lil' nigga, what? Shit
You got me fucked up, shit (AB)
We gon' shoot that bitch up (D-Roc)
Ayy, I swear
See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly
As a physical world creates a spiritual haze
Blinded by distractions
Lost in matterless affairs
Reaching through the darkness
Trusting You will meet me
to come down to the CPT
Remember back when rappers was scared to come into town
Now its Hollywood passes man that shit on water down, damn!
A lil' change
for the philosophers stone
And it's a hard road, Its a hard road daddy-o
When my job is turning lead into gold
He was born in the back street, born
high
Life's a mess don't stress, test
Of giving, but be thankful that you're living blessed
Guess who's back, coming back with the track supplied?
By
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
straight gangsta shit
Takin' it back gansgta, it's goin' down
"Streets Of Memphis," new movie, filmed in Memphis, Tennessee, ow
"Cashin Checks," we've
a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits
If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it
Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood
talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you're in with.
Do you take me for such a fool to think I'd make contact
With the one who tries
I like to walk in the summer breeze
Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees
And drink with my friends
In the Hammersmith Broadway
Dear dirty
life through a new lens
Drivin' by the streets I used to walk through
When I had no crib, I guess you call that shit a miracle
Go tell your friends
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