Lyrics:
stores, just pickin' locks and doors
Was practice for a two bit petty thief
So Jackson went to Ritz and everyone was hip
Ritz ran all the rackets there
we rose from the sewers, funny now I'm the shit
Niggas ain't gettin' money, but they got an opinion
Had this tech makin' racket, serve you like you
Had this tech makin' racket, serve you like it was tennis
Killers ride for that paycheck, AK okay, check
Bitch nigga let's play chess, yo bitch next, no
still racket in my head
Can't control your future
Can't control your friends
In a world without end
Stay frosty
Hey yeah
Stay frosty now
Ah huh
the key to my city, it's over
It's no thots, only Anna Kournikovas
I set records, ratchets hol' up (I said rackets, ratchets hol' up)
I know what you
BOOM
WHAT'S THAT
BA BOOM BA BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
WHAT'S THAT
THAT'S A LOT OF RACKET FOR A CHRISTMAS MOON
MORE THAN SAINT NICK IN HIS SHINY BLACK
turned up and the plug talk Swahili
After I pay my taxes, I go Richard Millie
In another tax bracket, you niggas beneath me
Who causin' a racket in
racket
A kilo after kilo, see who move the most
Two hundred foot yacht, she wanna see the coast (woo)
You can't be chasin' money with the wrong approach
Kournikovas
I set records, ratchets hol' up (I said rackets, ratchets hol' up)
I know what you came here to see
If you a freak, then you comin' home with
this, rack-et like a tennis
Don't interrupt me baby boo cause I ain't finished
Real spendin', feel how I'm gettin' it
You girlfriends is jealous cause
One parrot in a cage
At the home of a friend
Is reason to wonder and stare
Green wings and red face
And a sapphire belly
A racket so loud
As to out
pulling Gucci denim off the clothes racket
Gucci man, its the Gucci crew
Bricksquad Records, nigga who are you?
What it do nigga whats poppin'?
Find them
Waiting for them to swallow the bait.
While the rich run their rackets he sits in his attic
And casually clocks their defeat.
While the politicians
Oscar: I'll give you a song
That I think is tops:
If you keep up this racket,
I'm calling the cops!
(music starts)
David: Oh, Oscar don't allow
drawn by Shirt Kings
I been fuckin' they hustle, married to a racket
Since the first Air Jordan's and Starter jackets
I slept with a package, under
Inshallah
I'm with the squad
Bet that's on God, I did it
Without a plan or a penny
Rackets on rackets I'm spendin'
Can I get momma a Bentley?
You can take a million of the monkeys
Put 'em through a hoop
You can make a packet from the rackets
And boil down for soup
I can hear the sound
and make a racket with a smoke
She loving me presence
Even though me never come with no presents
Me still a gift (Still a gift)
She love me ever since (Ah,
when we need them
We've been forced to reconcile
The meaninglessness of who we are
since we were a child
Nice racket that you have here
Well look
croupier
Mauvais mélange hP racket, un assassin avec
Une gueule d'ange
Hé faut pas s'fier à la tête!
T'es con ou quoi frère? Un
Casse qui marche faut
Quitte à se faire amocher, autant dire ce que ça fait (bah ouais)
T'as pas autre chose à faire que d'voler mes affaires?
Tu veux pas racket un mec qu'a
dans les stups et le racket
T'as fumé la moquette wesh, depuis quand tu m'demandes des pépettes
J'remplis mes pockets, j'suis dans les stups et le
yin-yang
Zinédine, Frank, Lilian
Alpha le zombie est dead, sobriété et oi-m
Insomnie et dette, hein, ça va ensemble
Discrimination, coloris, racket
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