Lyrics:
I'ma get it back now, uh
From the cage of the stage
They don't know the songs, can tell by the way that they rage, uh
I'm faced by the shade they
wutchu tryin' do that
I suggest you do not
My chain is hot, what's more hot than that
That's how I murda music, that's why your broads on my back
Got
got a short receipt, can tell by your heart, you're weak
One thing 'bout this money
It's easy to get it, but trust me, my nigga, it's hard to keep
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
My niggas chasin' all types of loot.
They love how I'm bendin' the flows.
Take you to the end of the road.
I just really want your soul.
Get the money
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
a friend of mine
You stood for somethin', ugh
2Pac, Biggie, ohh how we miss you so
We want y'all both to know
We really love you so
Ayo, I'm Gucci
want no savings bonds
Have the money ready, I smell something fishy
Your wife's in my custody
One false move and you'll find her body in the sea
That's
blues
No PT, I want all my booze
No no no bands for you
Mark my words, I'm finna be a millionaire by June
By June
I'm thinking May
I don't care what you
a talk, and yo she said she wouldn't tell
Now I got her on a train on her way to New Rochelle
Your girl want to stroke but yo I didn't provoke
Now I
a little trippy, then I transitioned (yeah)
New attitude mixed with that pure raw (uh)
The night game, your girl called
She like, "Do me, baby, down
of p.t. barnums
Where you at? I'm right the fuck here right now
Where you at? I'm getting the fuck down tonight
Where you at? I'm a spread the fuck out
you want my body
Just try it, you'll like it
Come on boy and see
It's my body... my body
[Repeat Verse One x 2]
[Chorus]
[Lil' Bo Peep:]
I hope God carry ya
Fought one or two wars while I made It to the shores
Y'know back to the home of a rock in Georgia
To return as a king, Michael
makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream, I
nah nah the man wasn't really that what
One nine four two hits my system
Man get way too frosty buzzy
Girls from the past that lost me love me
Same ones
and leave you there
Anyway nigga I'm the one they
Want to hear from
Fuck that pussy shit that you
Be boppin' in they eardrum
Cause in the 90's boy, 2Pac is
for butt sex
I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson
The flasher, are you ready for action?
Chorus: cool Keith
Make up your
a friend of mine
You stood for somethin', ugh
2Pac, Biggie, ohh how we miss you so
We want y'all both to know
We really love you so
Ayo, I'm Gucci
[Havoc]
It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte
Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey
I'm so on the low it'd
on the dance floor
And now ya still telling me you want more
Podemos bailar 'tillya feet sore
Tengo a few moves that are top drawer (aye)
I grab your hand,
mill she?s got her own grill.
[Hook]
I know somebody fly who wants to come by and take off all her clothes
[Short Verse Two]
And lay down
to live your life, boy you bakin
[T-Mo]
Bitch I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT nigga
Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar
to live your life, boy you bakin
[T-Mo]
Bitch I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT nigga
Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar
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