Lyrics:
I'ma be the one
To step up and put a hundred thousand dollars on the game
Got a pocket full of change and they see-note stacks
Busting dominoes,
The dark cloak of winter's war
Left a future still unsure
Sitting in a class
Of the future's past
We saw a list of dates
And we knew we would
Wrist game glitta big chain glitta
Motivate my niggas, wake up in the AM and chase that skrilla
Hated by many yeah the city still mine I just state
you back up
You empty your pockets, I'm pickin' your pack up
You can act stupid if you wanna
Like you don't know what block I'm in front of
I'm out
up with way back is still the same
I be tryna give 'em game like Santa did when Christmas came
They be listenin' but it's clear to me they did not
a brush of Colgate
Never doubt the fact if I'm dressed in all Black, Heavyweight
Dominate the Paint Bitch I'm Big SHAQ, BOOM
Clean Up crew, I'm in a clean
Hook x3
[Big Chan]
I'm still the greatest
I'm pretty
I'm still the greatest
[Layzie Bone]
And I'ma bad man
[Big Chan]
Hot child in the city
To primetime television and your guilded cage
Then, forget his people in the world still enslaved"
I barbwire my wrist, and let it fill the page
Gun firing
[R. Kelly]
Up in the club still poppin' the Cris'
Still back it up whenever I talk shit
Man I'm worth about a billion but I'm still hood rich
Still
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
hundred K in jewelry, bitch, I finally made it
Still swappin' out the twenties, right on Section Davies
Quarter million cash stash, bro, them shit got
me how your blood taste
Ask your baby mama, she'll tell you how a blood taste
Basket case, still I'm back with Dre, wait I never left
Run up in
dub 7s in my trunk bout to make s*** jump
i do my own stunts, this my favorite one
d**k stickin in the same position till the b***h c*m
& baby i'm
wanna beef
I'm the Kim Dotcom up in K.O.D
Fuck 'em on the faucet when they in the office
Doin' time, I send 'em mine through correctional officers
in my heart I know it's a little boy
hope he don't end up like me
Well, the man's still grinnin' says he lost my file
I gotta stand in line
to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling
(I know one thing) anything is better than that 1 train
Bag made of Goyard,
you up
Love sets you free
Open your arms and be loved by me
Do you ever feel, you're just making it by?
And you can't so you try for relief in
Started out with blood money
50k in drugs on me
[?] put thugs on me
Just pulled up in the club homey
We just put my thugs on it
Home boy gettin
In my heart I know it's a little boy
Hope he don't end up like me
Well, the man's still grinnin' says he lost my file
I gotta stand in line again
ain't catchin up
Them fuck boys green
Drier than hotel soap
Call me Latrell Sprewell, game in the choke
When you broke and trappin' that ain't easy
innocent
Got her a Chinese manicure, hair done by Dominicans, all for what
So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt
At the bar alcoholing her up
I
a Bronco
Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they wrong though
We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the flame
You're not gone' be
! (You know what's up Sen)
Shoot your ass down! And by the way, you get
A hole in your head
A fuckin' hole in your head (In your head!)
A hole in
Staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage [x2]
My pockets fill they rerun, your pockets fill they rawzz
[Chorus:]
I got staxxx in my jeans
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