Lyrics:
it upon myself and played da card I wuz delt
Thought about my self
Fuck everyone else
And they said fuck me too
But it was cool like that
See my
the by-product
And this by-product is the fuel
It's the fuel for my soul
It's the fuel for my soul
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
for da times I was chased round da road signs
Three times for da peace sign
Four times for the fo fo tucked by da do side
Five times, and I'm still live
for G-note (brrt, I made him do it)
I need to slow down on them thirties (hey)
'Cause I'm keep throwin' up (I'm throwin' up)
I threw back two of them
exchange when we fuck them hoes
Let the punks know
Guess it's this felonies hobby
That got me here thinking robbery
Day to day all year long
Teflon protects
at us now, young niggas runnin the town
Come fuck with the squad and we gone put you down
Mic in my hand just give me confidence
Me and my gang run it by
(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin'
from the streets
Of the Ill-a-delphiadaic insane
For monetary gain, niggas is slain on the train
It's homicide
For wealth stealth missions for crack
the front, low-key to the can for a smoke and a fuck, Trixie, fixing her lipstick up, when his mitts got bit by the mischief bug, snatchl, capital “zed”,
you and all your peeps
You done fucked around with some wild niggas
You done fucked off the dough of Juvenile and Jigga's
You better get it back,
you and all your peeps
You done fucked around with some wild niggas
You done fucked off the dough of Juvenile and Jigga's
You better get it back,
Yo, when we do this, we do it for real
We do it for the love, we do it for the money
For the cash, for the women, the birds
We do it for
Ain't Worried Bout It cause my mane lie
On Two A pack too fly
Selling in the street no B by
Why they call it white president
Niggas all I see is this
I'm from the corner
I'm from the Noya
Fam taught me how to hold that pistol
Straight and put it on ya
Project ho for a sight they put it on ya
Train 'em
headed back, to our sickly house on Cass Shimmer hates laughter, and juveniles Throughout my day, I heard her say, “I’ll make you pay for every smile” She
try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up missin
Let's get it straight for the '89 tip
than two years now
Juvenile nigga done strugglin, hustlin, strugglin like I want it
Then fuck school, right now I'm hungry, and I can't eat that damn
I like to think this world is crazy
Hey see ya now
Sometimes I feel this world is crazy
Loco
The guns coming in by the boatload
Juvenile dem
They said I would never make it
I was talking to my parents
They was sayin' I should chase it
Now I seen them all awaken
Really fiendin' for
destroyed it
Now n****s gettin' out lookin' for employers
Made a deal with the D.A. and the lawyer
Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter
Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the fuck?
To the clones, we bless the domes
Blow the vial, you
ride for your nigga, right?
Now with hearses side by side, with your nigga right
Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life
Niggas
some weed, hoes, and alcohol
Hey, don't forget it when I'm wreckin' it
Etiquette for the hell of it
Smellin' it when the L is lit
I'm flyer than
about me, Chief Keef, Juvenile, and Plies?
Forget the niggas who died and niggas got murked, forget 'bout Turk
I pistol-whipped a nigga for forty
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