Lyrics:
CD twice, they see me in the streets
They be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low though"
Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
One cold winter of many tales
Trails of blood left in frozen snow
A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow
I turned against God
Word-up A
I had the joint out
Nigga gon' ask me "what [I] want?"
Know what I'm sayin'?
I'm like
Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC
Gimme what you
hoes
Still won't save yo soul uhh
I already know uhh
But fuck it I want mo uhh
Thumbing through them benjis uhh
Bout to change my name, to remy bucks
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
that's my dough you're trappin', I'm clappin' your way
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they
I need a girl who'll ride for me (Keep her self real fly)
Damn near die for me (Staying by my side)
Go to court for me (Stand up and cry)
Pay my
sleeves.
Four-door swoosh made by Nike.
Drop-top jumpan suit, by Mike E.
Got to like my player, I'm in it for the dough.
I'm in it for show, matter fact
appealin, dough stacked to the ceiling
Ohhh, imagine rap attack is coming
'Cause my sayin something, I rot like Charles Dutton
E-dub be the best thing
never lazy â¬"bout my dough, dough, dough
Iâ¬"m in the flesh but Iâ¬"m quest for moâ¬"
Bizzy, Wish, & baby just pay me the money Iâ¬"m owed, owed, owed
or some R&B shit and fire ten
With Mya in it, gettin head from the way the tires spin
My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin
You just a cub nigga,
to hold the job,
Better forget it.
Who wants their hair done by a slob?
Now your bangs are curled,
Your lashes twirled,
But still the world is cruel.
Word-up A
I had the joint out
Nigga gon' ask me "what (I) want?"
Know what I'm sayin'?
I'm like
Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC
Gimme what you
Watching over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Selling dope to all the fiends, at times I want
Is what I mean (mean)
No matter what kind of lyrics you like
Tech N9ne fans don't want to hear it tonight
All hail to my jail homies
Cameron,
on a regal?
A man of the fame not a man of the people"
Believe that if you want to but I tell you this much
Riding on the train with no dough, sucks
Once
comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
moving kind of slow
What what I want to know
"Have you got my dough?"
I ask you for my pay, you say
"Another day"
You've better walk the line
Watched 'em all blossom and watched 'em grow
Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough
Best friends and money: I lost them both
Went visited niggas
muthafucka wantin' dough
I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade
But everyday it's a struggle to get major paid
Anyway it's so hard on a nigga in
Making heat and plotting up
For my young-in's ima ride
Until the day that I get touched
Got God right by myself
Elohim in him I trust
Let me swallow my
Round 1
Round 2
Round 3
Round 4
Ima wait for you till you expressing that you want more
5 Cars
6 Links
7 Figures
8 Large
Ima shoot my shot, and Scout
right earth is like the
Tree of life tempted by
The forbidden fruit in my face
I wanna take a bite of it
It looks sweet, making my mouth water
Then I
that tattletale
By the time you dress me out, I'ma be in that Maybach
I smoke that cookie dough, I drink that Actavis
My life a video, I'mma let you
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