Lyrics:
out there
Niggas get around these backwoods
Get around they mommas, pull up they pants
Hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha!
Who
Get money nigga
Yeah - aw yeah
Dedicate this one to all the hustlers
that get up every motherfuckin mornin and put they work in
I see you - I see
up the effigy
No chance to take it slow
By now I'm sure you know, know, know, know, know (one, two, three, four)
Get up and go
(Who) they want
it enough ?
It shows that God is near
So if you really love Jesus
With all your hearts
Stand up and spread
The gospel and live by it
This world needs
crack the Sunrise Tequila
Kill the Margarita, here's a 50, get some more cheeba
The ghetto trooper, so spark up the Bu-Buddha
My thoughts'll stay nasty
morning
Down on my luck and up against the wind
Don't get it confused, don't get it confused, yeah (no, no)
I'm in tune, I'm in tune, I'm in tune, yeah
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
around the way from me
This ghetto queen got up with a king
Keep it clean and in essence
[Chorus: x2]
[Kilo]
Where the players live
Have to deal
a grown man fast to react?
Well I do when I'm feelin up and runnin' up their stats
Take a weight of every life we live
And get snubbed by the ones who
I know of a man who is a multimillionaire
He made his fortune selling pink underwear
Now he lives upon an island out in the blue sea
When he gets
Stand in formation, my motherfuckin' real troopers
Let's do it like soldiers - all and together now!
Ready? Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get
Now I'm just wondering
Why you think that you can get to me with anything
Seems like you'd know by now
When and how I get down
And with all that
all these city lights
Bouta be the man
Bouta get this bread
But I won't ever forget what's here up in my head
I'll see you out but I'll see you
as your hype increases
And as I vocalize I can see it in your eyes
You stand up as your enthusiasm levels rise higher and higher beyond the mark of red
to die
Can't stay to live, consumers is plannin to buy
Smoke death operators is standing by
They take you order for the slaughter of the family why
Do they
Remember that lick we had hit (yup)
Broke in and we found the stash (okay)
20K right by the stand (20k)
Wrapped up in a brown paper bag (ah)
That wasn't
And then you wanna give up
You think that you had enough
I’ll comfort you for
We’ve got to keep our heads up
Even when things are get rough
I’m by your side
it's wrecked
By the flash, by the camera.
Get a grip on something other than a camera, Ugh
Yeah you know I'm surrounded by the darkness
But I know Him
on your dome
My nigga, fuck you and everything you stand for
Hoe, bitch, pussy nigga, fuck you!
I live like I spit it
Raised by the war so my
bitch
Tracy McGrady codeine lazy got my pop like piss
I wanna talk about this rap stuff
Imma charge it to the game Ian gotta act rough
Turn up my music
Witness my enemies die when I ride by
They shouldn'ta tried me
I send they bodies to they parents up North
With they faces they wrists and
They nuts cut off
You're talking about the icing on the cake
You've gotta live up to the love you make
If you want to know what it really takes
You better be true to me
money, get dat guapp
Yea by every mean "bang"
I say
All my g's stand up, "rugged team" yea
All my gangsters stand up, yea
"Stand up stand up"
All my all
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