Lyrics:
on the road
mans like you get scared on the road
won't be moved by no 'brear' on the road
'mans' like you get air on the road
so just stick to pumping beats
the Westside Connection
My nigga Deadly Threat from the L.A. Zoo
L-B-C Crew, D.P.G, West Coast finest
Here's a toast to the coast!
What have we? - a house
I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
old school like a starter hat
Depend on every topic by the song
Is Where my heart be at
I Told em once befo
It don't apply Then let it go
Smoking
G's
Lot of profits my pockets obese
Out of pocket my partner smoke 'Em
Lot of mileage she fuck the whole team
Need my dollars ain't nothing for free
to jail
I got mo' p**** to swell and mo' dreams to tell
I ain't going back to jail, I ain't going back to jail
And tell ya old man I ain't going back
life me deh pon a different speed
Keep a glockie on me hip you know that be my bestie
And me nuh put no chip on me love how she squeeze
You no G-man
(pappie) NTM
Trip zone music
Cokeboy
Man they know me as TIB
Got my Bros on this one
(feezy on the track go)
20 by midnight
What's on my mind is
to Osama
Skepta the K-IN-G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it's Boy Better Know
It's not Murder IN-C
Yo, there's some hating family
Never
a real MC
Like 50 said man you just a window shopper
You dont know a Ghetto Bird? Man shit's a choppa
Real Hop shit, call me B.I.G BI-doubleG I to the E
Oh
by the rules M.O.B M.O.B
If there's money to be made holla me, holla me, properly
I preyed on the game like a G got no time for these hoes man i stay
I Flood my wrist
Stacking P's won't never end
Me and bro we stay with drip but first things first I bless my ends
Influential setting trends
Ex bitch
Ohh My
Stacking P's to more than get by
Fuck scraping the bottom, I'm tryna get right
Get your own ima get mine
And greatness is a process you know it
Yeah, Erick Sermon, EPMD, check it
Redman, method man, lady luck, def jam
Erick and Parrish millennium ducats
Hold me down, hold me down
Yo!
rhyme, from 12 to 12, schemin
in the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steamin
[Kool G. Rap]
Friend, forgive him for his sins (he better
right ta be a G, Westside Connection
Live for red and blue, my nigga Masta P
But ain't no more God for us nigga
But we can live for that green
the D
Like that E.S.G., and that D-Gotti
We gon ball for all of y'all, till we D-I-E
[Hook 2 - 2x]
(*talking*)
Man shit man, boys I be still blowing for
soul)
On my soul (for my soul)
For my soul
B.i.g. p.o.p.p.a. p.a.c. left eye j.m.j.
B.i.g. l. p.u.n. Eazy E Aaliyah r.i.p.
none fuck with the D-P-Gs
We live (baby)
It was the night, I serve two thousand MCs (baby)
Live (baby)
None can fuck with the DPGs
A-B-C-D-P-G
conversating like siri
They see bro and they dash like bolt
Man fully on volts my bro my Killy
My young g split Zedz in chunks
Still Tryna get this young
get around the manor yeah the g's see me
Plan-plantation the trees see me
The cats buzzing down my phone yeah the bees see me
Certain man are moving
Ay yo big up all the family in Leeds, man
It's crazy out there, you know
Yeah yeah
Man I was standing on the corner
By this mad accommodation
Touring
I'm getting bored of this lifestyle
I'm tryna reach some different heights now
Man I gotta do it right now yeah
Cause me and all my g's about to fly
spit
Speak my own slang-uage
Still I am the real-iest
Surrounded by Ciroc but your boy sipping Hennesey
Loves is a hospital and I was born in V.I.P
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