Lyrics:
thousand for the cheapest ring
On a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain
And Audemars'd the bitch, woo
Dropped
G's
Notorious label, the story was made in the streets
Now it's real life movies
Rest in peace ill Will
Let's talk about it
We the smartest not
months pregnant with Ryan
I figured I'd go to the East by
My T for some peace and quiet
I ended up running the
Streets with my cousins, sitting in the back
Marley used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones
He nicknamed me
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?"
Oh, uh-huh
Comments will only get'chu
Basically eternally resting
So abide by the code of the streets
If ya got a bitch better keep her on a leash
'Cuz Lil' Fate gonna
to society is all we watch
In the back seat straped with the throw away glocks
I got some partners in the business never seeing the light
Your people would
Driving home she grabs something to eat
Turns a corner and drives down her street
Into a row of houses she just melts away
Like the scenery in
activates part of you that don't mo, move
You back are gettin' closer but you don't have a clue
Who only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x2)
We can do
But all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two-up,
change
I'm working up
Two in the back
Tocked out in the main
Keep this thing blowin' for the hellas nad the hatas
Just get off the caper for the case
fake hair, but her ass real (fake booty)
Brown skin, light skin like Aunt Viv (uh, huh)
Put an arch in your back like a caterpillar (put it up)
Boss
in the dead of night
Here I am again in this city
With a fistful of dollars
And baby, you'd better believe
I'm back, back in the New York
Standing in line to see the show tonight
And there's a light on, heavy glow
By the way, I tried to say
I'd be there, waiting for
Dani the girl is
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
You were in college, working part-time waiting tables
Left a small town, never looked back
I was a flight risk, with
come in to offer he don't even wanna rob ya
You done fucked up and started shit wit some real shit starter
You don fought with a chopper holla what it
friends, that's the old me (uh-uh), ayy
Diamonds in my ears like anchovies (ice)
My big brother by my side like Ginobli (uh-uh, boom)
He a shooter, his
ditty-ditty
Dit-dit-dit-dit dit-dit-dit-dit dit...
Tried to find a raisin
Brownies in the basin
Monza by the street light
Aunt Jemima all night
Holiday
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in
rival it seems, had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy
Her name was Magill, and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy
Some things slide by so carelessly
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
And someone is calling my name
From the back of the restaurant
the glare
Of everyone you burned just to get there
It's coming back around
And I keep my side of the street clean
You wouldn't know what I mean
a stone by your eye (oh)
I can say you never switchin' sides
You never tell me lies
Not rushin', tyin' ties (yeah)
Trips to your crib in the middle
Look at it crook at it
Rob you and jet
Surprise you and flex
Funk in the Cadillac truck with a chicken, bobbing her neck
You done woke up and ain't
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