Lyrics:
When I'm getting high
If you aint fam then
Don't you call me
I'm just getting by
And its okay if
You don't check on me
When I'm getting high
If you
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Yeah
Statik Selektah
That's the― that's the shit
Let me hear my voice [?] real loud on the thing
Yo
D.I.T.C. in this bitch
Coca
Talk about
shit,
Broke as fuck thinking about hitting a lick,
But God unblocked one of my hidden abilities,
The power to hustle and represent the damn 3,
I represent
say shit
Niggas know my name, Saviii trey shit
Niggas know my gang, yeah, we bang shit
And I'm the biggest talker
That they can't hear
Yeah, I'm a real
laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I
his wheels
Hit then peel, mine is steel
Nothing else gotta keep me concealed
Stainless steel, what's the deal
Niggas so cold like his name Joe Chill
I
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check
Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2.
Ol' head said reality is fake an' fake's the new real
Nuttin' but
birth to my first rhyme, got stopped by the cops wit their gun up
Thought I knew it all, didn't know shit
Drinkin' liquor, smokin' weed to the roach clip
(Man, I am ready
Are y'all ready to get down?
Boy, I cannot wait to blow my horn in here tonight)
[ Mos Def, (Ces) ]
Ha
Geah
Shit is real
(Hardcore
out, grab a white bitch by her titties
Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology
Quick wit the pistol,
Im on the edge of the world
Shit, I feel cold blooded
This is for my old cousins
If you want to know something
I been on some soul hunting
Couldn't
real shit
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin'
a quarter till, bet I make him come by three
Nigga can't hype me, shit is unlikely
I like niggas who be ballin', but he can't buy me
Bitches can't try me,
Ha ha yea
Uh real shit
Check it out yo
Get a grip, get it fast
More smoke, more cash dPG with the blue flag
One ratchet ho with a fat ass
Category,
a ballsack (Yah)
Problems are dealt with by your self
Don't need your dad to give you help
Play your cards and get what's dealt
That is what my knuckles felt
let's get into some Shit. I was born in the ghetto, but life Wasnt hard though
Throwing rocks with DC, rapping With Ricardo, influenced by my Mama, she
my money? Like, 78
My pockets too fat like the old Kevin Gates
I always got 3.5 on me like I'm Verlander
You ask if I'm bout it, you boutta find your
could touch that bitch
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock shit
Anything from my hoes when I ask, I get it
In the Cadillac I kick it,
garden is where we
Get our hustle at
Ain't shit to say even one time
We bussin' that there's no discrimination
You will get assassinated for the paper
the get-a-long game would come through and make amends,
And by the end of the week they were all super friends.
G I Joe would get all riled up again,
Guns
Verse
1. Being broke, is not funny, that's a hard life
2. Knock the hustle, by Jay-Z , change my life
3. He the reason I'm smart, make me think
daddy what do you mean?
Like my diet bad, cant come clean
In the back, Fat Joe I lean
Hit from the back, breaking her spleen
Aye, she begging me please
the one percent who makes gangster rap stupid
Real recognise real its gangsters dat do this
You know the name by now
Im past the pain im raging out
Liam
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