Lyrics:
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just
yo fuckin lip up
'cause money and murder is the code that I live by
Come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by
Deep in the game preparing for
not playin', understand what I'm sayin'
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that
What, what
Uh, uh
What, uh
What, yeah
Uh, yo
Yo, what
Yo, uh
Yo, uh
[Charli]
Say Mobb Deep, niggas go sorry
Niggas might rob me
See niggas we ball
on the side, my niggas on, so, it they get on yo' ass, I'm supportin' it
I'm too big for the bullshit, I already know it (I know it)
I know better, but, I
so fresh
White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck
It was off, Panda motor on a '94 'Vette
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet
I
on black mamba crown on, Bob Marley
Wrist on Yo Gotti fox
Ma' don't you call me too late for sorry
Your life like ‘The Truman Show’
Likes on your IG
That
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
time is near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By
thing's for sure, neither one of y'all can hang
'Cause yo I'm like a arrow, and Scott is the crossbow
Say something now ... thought so
You seem to be
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines
in eighty-nine, because I'm
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
Since 50 Dropped Wanksta Erbody A Gangsta(This Ya Boy Yo Gotti)
Since 50 Dropped Wanksta Erbody A Gangsta(Gangsta)
Yeah, You Put On Ya Gangsta Image
Everyday my birthday
Everyday I get cake, now mommy, lemme see you in yo birthday suit
And lets, lets, lets play
It's Chico here, he got it
It's Chico
It's Fila Fresh and I'm the toughest man alive!
[DJ Rock]
Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah
[Fresh K]
Yo, yo nigga you know you can't even fuck with this
Do it,
a square, goddamn I'm paid (ha-ha)
I'm so cool, but I'm so hot, and I'm
I'm so fly, and you, you're so not (nope)
Show me what you're workin' with just
do fo' yo checks, but my part of the do' way mo' they less
I'm gripping wood I know I'm fresh, 'cause I am that CEO and yes
The mo' I make they more
yam on nanny cam
I'm gettin' handies with the zanny Xannys in the Caddy armrest
I'm imaginin' objects so I'm battin' cobwebs from a daddy longleg
In
"Yo, got that five-O double up, nigga"
Yeah, high rollin', big money I'm foldin'
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin'
Strung strawberry jocking me
tuned and relax and listen
'Cause you about to see in a split second
So just chill, like check it out
Because I'm gonna wild and do it like this
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
hoes
I know its those that don't believe what I'm sayin on the mic right
So Baby D won't you tell them what its like
Its kinda hard comin' up
on stuntin' on these niggas
Make 'em sick to they stomach, man (you can't stop it)
Y'all don't understand, fish so fresh that you could taste the sand
Yeah,
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before
In ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss a beat
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