Lyrics:
pick a lane
Headed to Miami das like 50 different ways
Benny coming at you with the brightest of things
Sicker than sick so throw up them hands
While you
on a jet ski
You don't impress me I'm top three best emcees
The next fresh breed I'm Jet Li meets Emtee
I might roll up and then fight you
Your whack ass
hop, will continue to be fucked up
You playin by a different set of rules you got me fucked up
Respect the hood Marshall, or the hood'll take you out
You
impress me I'm top three best emcees
The next fresh breed I'm Jet Li meets Emtee
I might roll up and then fight you
Your whack ass mumble raps need
I can't fight
And I won't hit you if you stand by
But I can certainly destroy you with the damn mic
Cause with this paper and pen inside of my hand
I
an if ur 27 plus u gotta keep quiet
bruddas aint
what im on im in the lead right
underated but its 50 for the fee right
i demostrated that im in
to the Ville, come call my bluff (grrah)
Sha got beat by a 41, that said enough (grrah, grrah)
Everybody know that they ain't tough
Get in with ratchets like
by the government supported
Court ordered, good lawyer? I can't afford it
Sound distorted, I don't be where the wealthy be
So they got a cell for me
more, of course, is my resources
It's chores until support, there's no divorcing
I'm screaming through yourr door, "we'll take control by force"
of the rocket we on the brink
And blast off it's fight music
I'm like Ike Quartey in his prime
Critics don't rhyme, I let the hype prove it
Fuck your deal in
the 20's it was rocks, in the 50's doo-wop
It's nineteen-ninety-fo' and everybody's store hop'n
And ain't nobody really trying to hear me speak it
They
mistakes
the Fifty state roamer
had to throw the fake on her
heavyweight, ringside seats in Nate's corner
wait for her, it might take days
but back home's
complete it's fifty states to invade
Catch a flight to a-t-l, link up with rico wade
Outkast, goodie mob, bangin out the stereo
Smokefest, nine-nine, peep
We Flintsone kids we surrounded by bricks and rocks
And my thugs don't give a fuck about catching a case
We bring them stacks back I-95 and they exit
people fight fair
Everybody got a pair of Nike Airs and police is right there
[Chorus]
[C-Rayz Walz]
We live, where I could be the next man out
And shit
violence now since Ja ruined 50
I don't know no other way but to rap gritty
Fuck that, baby, when I'm rich
Until then where the fuck is my thugs at up in
guard forgot why I was here
What I'm shopping for
Candy coated pixie sticks
Hookers by the slurpee machine
Looking to turn tricks for fix
As I reach up in
broads half of the time
It be the hate to make these
Niggas think they can try ya
Till they see you bout your gangsta
Now they ass scared to get by ya
I open up my mind to let you drift inside
an itty bitty window with a little bit of grime
a plan and 50 kisses to water down your fight
I'm never
the bedroom
Where there was still some folks alive
We had a pajama jammy pillow fight
But tragically no one survi-ee-ived
Ooooooh!
Hey there Ninja Brian
Workin' at luggage
Tryna get paid the right way
But somehow the right way don't pay
I'm comin home' late every night
Gotta struggle and fight
what you want in life
Then you gotta kill or you gotta fight (okay)
If you my bitch then I'm with you (yeah)
I don't give a fuck if you wrong or right
it’s because I feel so alone, thought we were friends
Hold my hand, you were just taking me closer to the edge
That’s not who I am I feel so possessed by
disappeared off the earth, fell off by far
He don't even got a car, just a white cup of bar
A one and a two liter, you ain't no block bleeder
I'm talking bout
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