Lyrics:
attempts at touching my stuff and I'm fucking you up
I'm sick of weak shit winning, nigga yo' rhymes ain't rocking
The good life is a bitch, seem like
Tell our self we'll fallback as soon as that money stop (oh!)
Yet heat still on ya what (and)
Dudes stand on the corner like if life passes us by
Filling up their pockets
While the people in the street
Lay and die
Man you're workin' hard as hell
You only end up paying more taxes
Give 'em all your
all the busta bitches from round me
So take it how you want to take it, i don't give a damn
I'm an asshole by nature, nigga this is who I am
[Hook -
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god
and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her
and blind
Never mind, you would never mind
Who's next in line? Who's next in line?
Real player, never needed extra time
I pray this life will be forever
I got dead friends (yes)
On the one way to a dead end (dead end)
I was led in to these cold streets
By some wild niggas that was bled in (bled in)
bange Bitches bis zur Steißbeinfraktur
Crime-Time, Drive-bys, mein Life
Hat mehr Highlights als die Skyline bei Night-Time
Letzter Step 'ne eigene
In December I was cold
I felt like I got swallowed by the trees
January, I was filled with hope
But nothing changed at all, especially me, oh
In December I was cold
I felt like I got swallowed by the trees
January, I was filled with hope
But nothing changed at all, especially me, oh
""LOVE AND BEYOND""
written by: Michael Thompson and
Larry Antonino
Never looking back
You've walked these streets alone
In a selfish world
happy to see me
The Unit, by now you niggas should be used to it
I guess I gotta play the tape back and let you view it
Take these bullets out this K
Colder than the streets life ain’t sweet this ain’t canderel
I’m way too real for all that fake shit
Send your ass to heaven that’s a face lift
Tried
on reverse
Reverse track back bread crumbs grind hard
This is what I must do and I ain't even that far
Picture mе in ten years picture what thе streets got
We
Fast whips automatic keys nigga
So when we drive by e dey be like the breeze nigga
Look around my team you know I'm ill nigga
Surulere cats dey call me
How You Treat Me
(Written and Produced by Zarah Washington)
Hook:
This is how you treat me.
Now that you have made it.
Seems like you don't need
light
Red light, drive-by black life
Flatline why lie? Why?
Bible, bad tune needle, bathroom
TV, dead cousin
Gun store, liquor store
Liquor store, gun
Married to the streets, gift and a curse, but I'll still jump the broom
Seventy-five an eight, this ain't no zaza, this that silver spoon top shelf
I
After seven years of life upon the ocean
It is time to bid the Seven Seas farewell
And the city I've pinned seven years of hopes on
Lies just over
hardly breathe
You ought to hear the shit that I get from my daughter
She says that she can't stand the sight of the car I bought her
I ruined her life
beer
Everybody actin' weird, I keep a couple pistols near
Wake and bake, it's only right I twist some grits and jam
You would post your life
the burning Rome
When he was young he liked to prowl around the streets at night
Attacking men on their way home
Killing them with a knife
Then later in life
actin' up
I'm a Philly nigga for life
You ain't half as tough you tried to
Shit on the clan only pissed on ya hand
Now that's what the fuck
You get
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