Lyrics:
dealing with the kid cases
I'ma hit a stain then I hit a bad one
Pull up on da nigga hold 'em up for ransom
I got five plaques this year
You did whole
Say lil nigga who you working for like what the business is
Heard you getting money bag it up get out yo feelings kid
I come from the west hit
look soft, like cotton, absorb it all up in your head
Yeah soak it up kid now mix this in
I'm on some Off the Wall Beat It, New York turned Dangerous
Fucking on yo bitch on a Wednesday
Got niggas on the block like Dikembe
Keep a 2 3 on me just like Slay
AP I can do this shit all day
Bad kid used
run up, then my goons steady busting
Leave a hole in yo head like ya third eye was open
Then we rob the mortician flip yo grave for a budget
Sell it
yo tongue in yo mouth when I kiss u
And when I go dumb you gone pop like my pistol
Change up the song now we switching positions
Fresh out the shower
a track meet
Steady in motion like athletes
Putting yo face in the concrete
Kicking my shit like Jet Li
Want it that way like Backstreet
When I pull up
hardheaded punks wanna see me
Jealous of a nigga just because he's on TV
You know the video shows that you be watchin'
Call up and request so you can see it
sippers carry yo niggas
It's all goodnud do my songs for the hoodnud
Platinum nigga while yall thangs go woodnud
Yo you try to dis me ya
Man told you that
got shot up
Mom was all bloody I saw that shit
It was just blast from the mirror it's alright kid
You blessed by God man you can't give up
And run
motherfucker, jokers say I'm ugly
Where your real hair? Hoe you know you cryin'
Uncle be blowin' up a nigga phone now
Uh uh nigga, come on keep it where you
This is, this is, this is
Cook Cool n Dre
Ain't nobody seeing this right here, we see nobody
I know you came to party so (oh) get up on yo feet
Ain't no way to be a king without a crown
When you make it out yo city don't look down
If you a king give back to yo town
But ain't no love in
Mic check I just wanna make sure this mic sounds ok cause Ineed to make sure my people are OK
Aye yo Kea can you sing this song for me
Make sure they
virtue, dressed up real nice
Looked like its from virgil
You know that we 10:1
Love surrounded by vultures
Stand real tall, you know we some soldiers
up in the sheets
Like Ok, eh
Potna check my wrap sheet
The one without the rhymes ok,ye
Check on yo potna
The one who be dropping the times ok, ye
If
Evert hood got it's ghetto
Every ghetto got it's slums
Eyes wide open, I was blind to that street life
Chillin with my locs up on the cut, that CHC
enough to be with it
All in fun and games and keeping it cool
But my my, when you're kicking it, time flys by
Cause every hour's a minute, and every
I grind for my shit
This shits in my bones
Since I was kid
Stacking my weight up
Fucking these beats until they need some make up
Hoe get yo cake up
HA HA HA HA HA ... yeah, y'all thought I was gone, didn't ya?
Yeah, I've been hangin' out since the intro, ba-by!
Flip it over. There's some mo'
by your side got yo back through anything
Don't be tryin' to play it coo you better act up
Yo friends I know they jealous too wishin' they had some
You
I'm tired of these fake fucks bein flashy with bucks
I'm tired of the fake bucks, you pull-up and they cluck
Yo they be frontin like dey bout it, but
had no dent (dent)
Ooh, this shit treaky, these nigga so Walt Disney
They kid it, they Micky, I know how to make it sticky
Bust it like piñatas, like
mean... somebody's kid got fucked up by a microwave... I dunno
I mean. I just feel like, when it's on, it's definitely giving us cancer
And then when it's
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