Lyrics:
And we young nigga hop out
2 tears in a bucket, I feel like fuck it
That's the price of fame, recognize my pain, that's all I know
All alone, but I'm
Triple C's, Street Mob g-12
Yeah slim and Baby, what it is?
We gon' eat this year ugh
The whole faculty the whole mob
Yeah i know
up the sticky
Not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money
Then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac
Trucks, sluts
Stil riding with the mob and we moving visious,
We shot a video i didnt watch it with ya,
Ive gotta live it up coz i wont live twice,
Hope God is looking
thought she could jump off like that now
O.G.'s done backed down, you eased a step down
Everybody want to have the crown
Every breath you benefit the sin
We
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
we took 'em to church
We're checkin' in some teenage strippers
Livin' life by the seat of my pants and threepeated, we champs
Undefeated we can't lose
heart was sickened by the murder
And just as sickened by the mob
Since the very dawn of time two wrongs never made a right
I still believe I still believe
"This afternoon we want to talk about"
"Now I want you brothers to dig where we coming from"
[WC]
Five yers ago when I was in high school
No bills
to hear
Cry, the world goes on
Would you lend me your ear for a moment?
I still care, even now
Chased, chased by the angry mob
Trying to steal my
lit I cant even sleep (Can't even sleep)
Then I wake up in a crib by the sea
All i need is to push my self esteem (Push my self esteem)
Now we gone be
picture me dying in
A blaze of gun fire
Will not retire til I'm paid
Turn the base up higher
When we ride, we fly by
Bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from
before the gain
Vacant Lot will keep it hot
'cause we the future of this game
[Big Stan]
Coke game to sober
We takin rap over
Either roll
I'm just finna let my gun ball
Clocks ticking, let it run off
Got mob ties through bloodlines
House raided by one time
No case, couldn't prove shit
ties, mob ties
Nigga pillow talkin' to a bitch
Quickest way to get your ass hit
Find his ass and feed him to the pigs
Army guns, we shootin' through
wrist triple 6
In the morgue house slit by slit
Slit your wrist
Head inflames the pain Oh lord
So I smoke to try and cure
We do it just to be cool
We fly
Secrets sacred cause I got a lot to smoke for
This ain't talent, this is makin' pain a metaphor
It's all about expression when the microphones is
Yeah,
Pop the stizzy turn the foreign up
This cuban chain feels like Antarctica
Costra Nostra in my veins we got the mob with us
Big blue hunnits in
fronting Nu (We the mob)
Life style been tragic nigga (Facts)
But we make pain cinematic nigga (Facts)
All my bitches bad like a pageant nigga (Facts)
Turn
rider rims
If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
Crying on the phone
Ho thinking I'm in love with her
Cause she took me shopping
to make me smile
But all that's behind me, now you by my side
But I'ma still get high
Smoke a blunt then fly
Poppin' pills to ease the pain now I barely cry
and fine, a hunnid racks gon' fly right by you
Shit got dirty we got clean, winning this bitch I got six rings
Flyer than a jet no shit I'm him
Brick by
Really afraid of who I am
And what I might do
I'm just chilling with the mob
Don't wanna go a hundred on you
Moving with my minds to easy
You don't
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