Lyrics:
nonstop
Ima make this shit hot
Gotta letter for my ops
GAME OVER
GAME OVER
If you looking for me I'll be on the block
With the drop top
Doing 150
crept
Into the game, we're skipping the steps
Breaking the windows the house will be swept
The game I will get, I have to possess
Time is like money I
the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin' to make a G
Remember me, as an outcast, outlaw
Another album out, that's what I'm about more
Gettin'
thing
If you cross me once, no going back
I done lost so much homies I'm losing track
As we get older, time flies by fast
So ima live every moment like
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
Yo believe I paid the dues man I started in the game
With mans on linden and Devan we drinking ghetto champagne
Slinging rocks and packing glock's
Yo believe I paid the dues man I started in the game
With mans on linden and Devan we drinking ghetto champagne
Slinging rocks and packing glock's
I been through all of this shit before
I do not care about none of it
I remember I was up in school
All of them kids would make fun of me
Fuck em I
Yeah, I did a rock album
That's 'cause I'm a rock star
I'm from where the Moes push rocks like the tomb of Jesus
To put new 22's on they coupe
Sellin'
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
the wrong path
Then I prolly woulda got shot
Hope n Praying I don't get shot
While I'm passing thru on the block
Or getting pulled over by the cops
After
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
nigga give me the word, I'ma kill that lame
You know Major League niggas play the kidnap game
Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray
And I'ma
nigga give me the word, I'ma kill that lame
You know Major League niggas play the kidnap game
Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray
And I'ma
It's that new age anthem, the two faced ransom
We making fly music so my rhymes stay handsome
I kick the beat down homie hit by the ankle
Burning
Still post up round street
By now it’s all obvious to me
Been round places, regular basis
No matter what won’t leave
Yeah me I might get new places,
drive-by (baby)
I remember (I remember), oh, when we used to have
Army fights in the smog, but now they gang-bang (baby)
Back when I was a kid, nigga
Jude Bellingham &
Grealish, got here by being strategic
(Straight) Been straight up before straight up remix
In season but ain't no follow fashion
Went
Ion understand what you lost your mind
I just hope you understand that i been lost mine
I don got a new watch ion got no time
I've been out here
the kids got is us, Grind Time rap game
Read an old magazine, check out a new dress
I be havin' conversations with Cornel West
Killer Mike don't give a damn
on the block late night sounds coming outta cars
Headed to titti bars new york city stars
We in a spot where much cash flashin
Niggaz lookin for some action
I
Hub city's finest, respect the mostes
My nigga Game do that, my nigga Tyga do that
Heard about the new cat, I whipped the Range through that
I'm in
soul to the
Devil for thirty percent off
And to you emo kids who
Walk around pissed off
Step one: pull your panties down
And start to piss off
Step two:
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