Lyrics:
snakes gotta keep that glocc
I got this shit off the pavement now everybody Hate on a young nigga like Chris Rock
Told the lil bitch we gon' vibe but you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Mmm, yeah, I came up by the ville
You can't even keep it real
You said that you'd there for me
But you end up leaving when life get
blow yo ass a kiss, i'ma fuck around and lock yo lips
Everybody fucking wit that nigga named Sift, they like young nigga talk yo shit
I might buy some
Well I don't know the secret to success you know
But what I do know is
The secret to failure is trying to please everybody
Gotta do this gotta do
KS, Young Ryno, and the homie Lil' Block, it don't stop
Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
Let me show you that my ghetto's shiest'
KS, Young Ryno, and the homie Lil' Block, it don't stop
Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
Let me show you that my ghetto's shiest'
off
I'm the reason my street hot
Still stick to my G-code
Tees, Bo's and my Reeboks
And I'm cheesed up I've got Cheetos
I told ya'll I'll quit
Beefing
speakers
So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa
'Cause where I come from quality is job one
And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done
Everything I say everybody tryna diss ‘em
Everybody playin him, truth be told
The last nigga ever let the truth be told
And oh Mos Def ran to my home
And said
Who's that pretty young thang that just walked through
All my niggas looked at me and they know I want you
Everybody in the building should've came
Detroit I supply them (no)
I'm talking loud I'm a buy em' (come here)
Can't cook but I'm gonna fry him
My advice, don't stand by him
50 round chopper
disrespectin' me
Seventeen Carollton, mess with me, I bury one
Three-eighty, I carry one
Come to kill up everyone
What!
(Hook [Lil Wayne])
[Lil Wayne]
Everybody
Oh na na...na na na.Money is goodOwo dara me
Money commands all thingsYeah, yeah,no be lie.
Oh arakunrin (young man)
Momo po fo wo( I know you want
I'm up, up
They all want to come around
Don't give a fuck though
I'm a blow it by the pound
No this ain't luck
My hard work is working out
When it gets
I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
The fact is you can't please everybody
You can't
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
on them niggas bitch I'm bo flexin
Need that money on my mind need more extras
Yeah I'm sipping on that lean it make me feel better
Let's get it
Young
they gun for me and come for me
Feel the rath of a nigga who bust
It's world war
Can't nobody run and hide
It's world war
'cause everybody's gonna die
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
to over-stand
You soft like under hand pitching
You could tell I'm a Pun
Fan when I'm spitting
Rappers like me are hard to come by
Like copping Summer Jam tickets
days nkan ko ma buru bayi
Everything they get they no dey go away to buy
See igba tiwa lo de ta fi n salo si Dubai
I get you need am so dey trade by
Henn', everybody'll know it
'Cause I ain't going for it, so pray to the Lord
That I don't pull out, cuss out, and bust out
Go the nigga route
Make
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