Lyrics:
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your
checks that are clear, there ain't no way to void it (clear)
My jeans are by fit but this drip right from Fortune (yeah)
And no nigga, I fear, I ain't go
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
the traffic
Like she ain't afraid to crash
Zepplin' on the A train
Thunder on the dash
[Chorus]
Come Monday she's all business far as anyone can see
that everybody ain't
But if it's one thing I know that I know, I know nothing at all
You don't pick up when I call
I'll make it up by tomorrow
You
ya nothin but a lie
I see the demons in ya eyes
I came ready for this very moment
Got angels by my side
They all set to ride
Ain't no games to be
like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga
"you can be the new mist me, me, me
Ain't it true that's what you want to be, yesiree bob
And I'll be somewhere sunny where it's funny and it's free
gettin' pay day, day yeah
We're just gettin' by (by)
Savin' on the side (side)
I just can't believe
I got what I wanted all my life, now we go
Yeah,
the raw in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin'
Slime
Yeah
SlimeLyfe
Huh
Body bags
I really be ready for war
Ready for war
Ready wit shooters (Ready for war)
I really be ready for war
Ready for
Hey
Follow my lead (Follow me)
Fuck the bitch out of her weave
(Smash, smash) never be greedy (Woo)
Chanel, Chanel double C (Double C)
Runnin' up
plus y'all
Little motherfuckers ain't ready for war
I seen your team in a crisis before, thought I forgot?
The same rules apply, don't try to switch
ice so remember this tip town,
And you ain't ready pussy nigga better set it down,
We mag night and rock steady nigga spittin rounds,
Turn you're
Makaveli (yeah)
You need some, Little Caesar's pizza, I be hot and ready (woo)
Nigga, you a pussy and a rat, you like Tom and Jerry
Nigga, you ain't
The freaks in the streets
The nuns with the shotguns
The graves rolling by your side
Survival of the fittest
And there ain't no pity
No one gets out
It's time to slow it down, steadily grinding
And this is, the big Doggy Dogg
And I ain't talking about no Air Force Ones
I just gotta know,
to help you up
Are you the man you thought you'd be by the time that you turned thirty-three?
Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun?
Don't forget
been at least a month since I've had any fun
Buddy, I'll admit it
Yeah, I might be going out
Think I'm ready for a crowd
As long as she ain't in it
You'll be spittin' sparks and ready for the invasion
Whoa and the Milky Way's a trip for dippers,
They saw you coming a mile away
In the amusement park
you here by my side
I don't wanna be here, baby, on my own
Yeah, don't you wait, don't think about it
Yeah, don't you wait, just come on over now
slide
You be callin' me fake, but I ain't the type
I could pick you up in any type of ride
That you ever wanted to get, but she ain't ready for that,
But fuck that, I be wylin sometimes - you know why?
Cause suckers be thinkin that shit is sweet
Niggaz be thinkin that rap niggaz ain't real, haha
when the thugs cry)
Are you ready, ready?
We keepin' the lights on at Ruthless and I ain't fuckin' the boss, lookin' at me sexy.
Take your clothes
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