Lyrics:
nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
My whole crew lives illegal
Strapped with
So the projects know
Gotta million dollar profit
Singin' project notes
Just know...
[Chorus: x2]
(This what I'm talkin bout right here Poe...)
Your lyrics are incorrect, so you step to me
Lookin' for the key to release that first piece
Three times two is six, Pete is one-three
I'm the other
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
sacrifice this life
To keep my vanity and live nice
And she love and trust me so much
That whatever I say she'll probably oblige
But I was too selfish with my
guards closer
Known by store owners
Golden vip store cards
no queues at all, shopping under closed doors
Emailed bills Monthly statements
accountant deals
different cliques and crews to belong to
All identified by the music they drawn to
Check the status of your apparatus and then go
Nowaday, it ain't that
by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If it don't move your feet
Then, I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
Way like them
won them by a landslide
They come ends, get boyed then try to bill us
I don't beg friends, you can fly with no proppelers
They don't like man, but
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
submit to any other emcee
Be a duel to the death either him or me
And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut
If we kill a wack crew or two so what
We just rock
come from, still gotta pack a gun
'Case some young motherf***ers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' 'til
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
ain't all it's cracked up to be
The hover craft's cool but the air's so putrid
You can tell by the stench in the air
Blood's on the ground,
Cause in this world we live together but divided by a chalk line
You wanted to hear my life story well I told you
Maybe there's answers to my question in
anya)
Gat 2 milli on the Floor
3, 4 milli in the Dome
Might just get whipped by the Porsche
We ain't playing no more
I get money by the minute
I blow time
more dough
And no foes yo
[Chorus: x 2]
This life
Caught up in the fame
In the end will I forever
Burn in the flame
This life
I live in
ice
You ain't know who Jacob was so I showed you twice
When it was (All About the Benjamins) I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's supposed to,
through it and just do it
So act like ya knew it, the Mount Vernon/Shaolin fluid
The rap committee coming live
through ya city, swing hard like Ken Griffey
the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones
Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime
So here we go, we in the inner city
I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty
Electric Company backed up
By Schoolhouse Rock, shit
Didn't have no bills then
But now I got bills
Seems like I'm only a bill
And livin' only for skrill
I
my crew tight enough (ah)
Give me the time, I'm writin' up (uh, yeah)
It stands out on the highway
Like a creature from another time
Hold me by
Dibo
Not Black
I'm a migo
Running life
Like a cheat code
Y'all n***a hate
On me though
Eat yo b***h
Like a Cheeto
Two Phones
Like Kevin Gates
Make
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