Lyrics:
everybody's goin' crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talkin I'm scarin' ya
I'm darin ya to raise hell and bail
everybody's goin crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talkin I'm scarin ya
I'm darin ya to raise hell
and turn into geek squad then Ctrl+alt+delete ya
By myself ima creature
I don't need no features
And I made the beat it's like I'm destined to beat ya
I'm
I'll pull up with mine
Lemme swing by
Smokin on za you can't hit mine
Way too high for me to realize
I can't crash out this is real life
They don't
Ayo, yeah niggas
I'm talkin to all y'all hard rock niggas
Let y'all niggas know that I understand
What niggas is really goin through ya understand?
A white boy actin black, that shit kills me
Pants hangin, talkin slang kid and all that
I never seen you in the projects or black
Ya never wons no grammy
and I brought my bros
HGA, that's how I'm clothed (bow, bow)
3-for-3 or 4-for-4
Lynn told me that ya boy went gold (yee)
I don't really care 'bout
fuckin fifty deep
But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves
You know who I'm talkin about
(You know who I'm talkin about) that's right
You ain't
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
patience
Separation help me separate the Real from fake shit
Nomo being complacent
Had to get adjacent to greatness
Face ya fate recognize ya great bitch
Nah
of the mark ass niggas I broke
'Cause big Breed, can do ya
While I'm smokin' my dope, and tryin' cope
Catch up as this shit gets mental
This chronic got me
hoe
I'm too bent bitch
Same ol, same ol, they tired of these Niggas talkin
If you Tired of me, man you better Just say it
Niggas hear it too often
I
ain't hear?!!!!)
{Forte'}
We Got This! ( Nigga! You ain't hear?!!!)
{Forte'}
We Got This!
{Forte' & DMX}
Straight up!
gangsta?
Ya losing me
Funny
'Cuz all the time
You was talkin'
We takin' ya money
Every time you was
Walk-in I would
Drive to ya honey
'Cuz to her
Criminal minded nigga can you hear me wave
Yo' pistols in the sky
And roll a fat-ass blunt, I buck that shit
I bet it'll get you high
They wonder why I'm
a lunatic
Hear me livin' on your ass bitch
Loadin' up my weapons gettin' ready for
Another street sweepin' neighbourhood drug war
Police come around in
a lunatic
Hear me livin' on your ass bitch
Loadin' up my weapons gettin' ready for
Another street sweepin' neighborhood drug war
Police come around in
been lost
By the time you hear this song
There'll be plenty niggas gone
Talkin' 'bout six feet under grass
While the killers be at home
Now my
money talkin' niggas whisperin'
Keep on talkin' they gone miss ya
If they got them drums we got missiles
We got them bombs and them missiles
Either
Yo Fuck my mother I'd cut her for that lovely pillow smother
Nearly knocked me couple times even swore she had a cover
Locker talkin' like ya father
Yeah, we just ridin' out. Sun shinin', ya dig?
Los Angeles, ya dig?
We just keepin' it real fly.
Welcome to the house mane. Aye what's up? Look.
I'm goin' out my mind
When shawty brought that pressure you was scared to go outside
Talkin' 'bout me bad to Ciana but it's obvious
'Cause I'm
the pressure trying to be somebody else but me
I'm obsessed by the way you lay your eyes on me, your tag upon my skin
It's the way you judge me, it just
the cereal to flowin' the most ferocious in your stereo
But culture vultures don't hear me though
Hotter than diseases that overdose the venereal
While
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