Lyrics:
[Young Noble]
Yo, I can see
That you obviously don't know me or my homies
We O-U-T Lawz, f*** the phonies
A wise hustler once told me, it's
And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so
You tried to front
Hope you got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun
Yo
I'm the N
bread, yeah, she don't like no crumbs (Freebandz, yeah)
Got a hundred rounds on it, this a tommy gun (baow)
She so damn bougie, that's the one I want
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
black already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three n****s with me, me myself and I
God don't like ugly, you should testify
My T-shirt come
Longer
If I stayed any longer
If I stayed any longer, would you love me more?
More money spent on you that you didn't deserve
Deserve a n***a like
granny house with vanilla wafers
This the remedy, the seperation
2Pac of my generation
Blue pill in the fuckin' Matrix
Red rose in the gray pavement
to be just like you my whole life dog
I can't believe them niggas stole ya, that shit's pain to me
But don't trip, I hold you down, you still remain
light of my death
Y'all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos
Call me "God's Son", with my pants low
I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey
tearin' up the block (warrior)
Trap nigga, makin' money off the clock (woo)
Give me top and I told her, "Don't stop" (Keed, talk to em)
Warrior
Yeah, trappin' like the Carter yeah
Double MG, we gon' crush y'all
If it's fuck me, then it's fuck y'all
Niggas, they don't want war
Spent a hundred
got an F&N
Pulled up on me poppin', but he won't pull up and pop again
I don't care 'bout who he is or who his kin, just do him in
Cold, dark pool,
covert, I stuck to the code and you don't know the code word
Once they turn me up and just know that it's over
My soul is on soulless, surrounded by
and toting guns
Willie 'n Ben every night
Now the judge don't want me 'round him
I know it's gon' be alright
Step on a nigga for that talkin'
Now
"They wipin' us out"
But look at me now, damn, y'all, look at me now
Whatever I do is N.Y., I'm keepin' it Queens 'cause that's my side (what up?)
I
by the neck
Any way I touch you, walk with me..
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. GRRRRR
This ain't the way it's supposed to be (B.S.!)
This ain't the way it's
Overdosing off the dope
Comatosin' on the low
Keep my hands on some coke
Like guns n' roses, rock n' roll
The guns we tote is not for show
Welcome
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
up
Tell him just drive on and d don't ever stop
Don't take me home again
Take me to a new land
I wear my red lipstick, got my coat and gun
I'm Miss
come try to cheap talk
We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn
Go all out for that cake, won't hesitate to kill a man
Run in his
these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in
special
They know not to question, bitch, you know I'm not Alexa
She, she post a pic of me and her from off her iPad
You know them hoes don't like that,
If you don’t got no strap, go and get you two guns
Got a bitch so fine with me, she make me want 2 sons
I told her baby call me Mr. Never Ever Use
[Young Chris]
A memory attached, rest in peace Auntie
Rest in peace to you faggots that ain't standing behind me
Banana clips for you monkey, n
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