Lyrics:
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[Trina:]
I see the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol' ass thick ol' thighs
Mrs. Trina baddest bitch that's right
Diamond
Everyone one step away
From being broke
So what you value most?
Everything must change
That's straight from Quincy Jones
Or George Benson
What you
the brains
Dream Team! Dream Team!
Fly high, fly high, fly high
One, two, three, ABC, Do-Re-Mi, man alive!
Ho ho ho! Ho ho ho! Go go go! Jackson 5!
One, two, three, four
Yeah, huh
Uh-huh, yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh, one-two
Yeah
Strange out here
Yeah, yeah
Chapter one
Fresh cut, lined up, his
a heart attack
'Cuz it's two families that's affected by a gun attack
You got a nigga that's alive in jail and one on a flat
That's why I'm focused,
two test
Check testing one two
Mic check testing one two three four One two
Three four
One two three
One two three four
(What)
Mic check
This is a test
Jones.
The economy could crash tonight
And yo’ whole life savin’s couldn’t save yo’ life!
Verse 2:
See I’m a city boy, all the way urban
But ain’t goin’
gettin' bored with the sleigh, I think I said too much
They call me water bottle cause yah boy is like an Ice Mountain
Been like two days since I skinny
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
-E
From day one I’m PG yungin C bout me
Been goin hard cause I’m inspired to
I’m motivated who inspired you?
My new girl is something else she barely 5’2
(verse three) {2:38}
Cats want to talk shit, i don't throw back trash at 'em
I come through in a drop top, laugh at 'em
Wit the girls behind me, bout ta
'm a mu'fuckin' PIMP, 3 dimes with me
I bowto never let a biatch get me
And never have my pockets empty
Never forget Pac and Biggie
I'm a gangsta baby, 1-2-3 eighty
as it can get)
One, two (one, two), three, four (three, four)
Hardcore (hardcore), hardcore (hardcore)
Yo, watch yourself for your health I'll snatch
to be in the 3rd World. They have bought the 2nd World and put a firm down payment on the 1st one. Controlling your resources we'll control your world.
buck
2nd and 3rd hope I'll sit converting
Myself back to before you came a serpent
Outta my mind old pictures yeah they burnin'
Of you can't take it no
First of all, platinum, five months
Holla you know I go away for two months
and the
Riff raff come back with this bullshit
Man this what
Y’all come
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I
it cocked up, yeah You was on the phone when I was locked up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Avenue A baby, I got the streets screamin' my name now
When the cameras
it cocked up, yeah You was on the phone when I was locked up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Avenue A baby, I got the streets screamin' my name now
When the cameras
Sweet Joy
Butterfly flaps its wings in Brazil,
Tornadoes in Texas.
Hold my hand, walking two by two,
Noah forgot us.
Protect us.
If you were
New year new opp, Puppy smoke them by the twos
And if you feel eh outside nice, you get it pon the avenue
Yo, bompton, phase three, brawling me
to all employees, and I'm here to teach the principle
'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Voorhies
Man, fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real
Verse 3
Jim Jones:
We all strapped in the ride, I ain't talkin like the elderly
Yak when we drive, like we rollin' fuckin' felony
Trap to survive, get
I'm doin' seventy-two in a sixty-five,
On I-24 in a four-wheel drive
Got a ten o'clock on eighteenth avenue
And there's a thirty percent chance
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