Lyrics:
of New York
Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk
And stalk, I prey like the Predator
Whoever want it, go and get it set it baby
'bout ten a those, 'bout ten a those
And my bad bitches always be in centerfold
Rocky where you been? I been thuggin' lately
Fuck that shit these niggas
shit was meant to be
20 gold chains on, shit I think I'm Mr. T
If I could live my life again I wouldn't do it differently
Prolly bring my father back,
through my headphones
Money long, number one twenty years strong
Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young
G5's to 6-4s, Dre got 'em
If the bitch bad I got her
Down 95 get fucked, uh
Off top, this for the bad bitches only
Baby, you got it
Come and put that pussy on me
Off top, stop talkin' like I'm
Just imagine how it go
1500 for a bo
Rip shawty lo
I'm kicking that lingo fasho
The haters be watching my moves
So I slide by with a tool
I don't
with grace
You would probably feel like it was last night
20s on some Rodman
Bad As I Wanna Be
Actin' like a troglodyte
Demons was hauntin' me
Not like
You shoulda knew that, it's always them new cats that'll get ya
Better start looking at things from my angle
I'm trying to be up on the board with
company
But he ended up going straight with the company
So, like I'm just straight holdin' the phone
Gettin' the bad news that dude was tryna leave my
lifetime, they tell they hoes, Nas did this
Pointing to they scars like
Right here, baby, really Nas did this
Like a badge of honor, not bragging I'm just
superstar
I feel like goin' buy me a new rolex
I feel this album goin' bring a big ??? check
I feel like this nigga could just suck my dick
I feel like we
(Mello made it right)
Nigga, I was down bad, now I'm on a jet for real
Got all this ice on me, baby, told my Patek to chill
Sippin' all this
the stars
But loyalty is measured by these 20s on my car
Terra Firma in my palm, live free and die alone
Words carry weight when you throw em' like a stone
R.S.K. Let it play boy
Yeah, Lui$ too thrill
Yeah, yeah, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Baby wanna kick back, sit back, with that
While we
just deuce
Me and you headline of the news
Bonnie and Clyde ain't smokin no boof
Duck, duck goose
If the story ain't truth
Matter fact, look 2:22
try to turn me 'round
I don't need you baby
Why'are never gonna bring me down
Bad blood, bad news
Sold out, sold you
Speed ball, good hit
Flyin' high,
Bring back the summer days
Ugh, campfires and late nights, bumping tunes by the great lakes
It's plus 20 on this late night, I'm 20-plus I lived a great
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot, then
me back to that broke ass city[01:04.21]Wit all new clowns[01:05.06]You bad enough I might just do it what you lil baby[01:06.39]I think she want a new
at where its at)[00:15.37]Bitch did I stutter[00:16.79]Fuck round change my number[00:18.22]These lil niggas talking bout nothing[00:20.09]I don't need
the troop
I told em jay got snatched
The dowen boys got connects on silencers for gats
Bring me four, meet me by jay mom's crib
I'll be there in ten, it's
Can I get a ride
Runnin' late for the show
Made my baby cry
Don't know how to move slow
She kicked me to the curb
Back to rollin' up dope
Bring it
20 Dollars, an old Impala, a baby's mama
You work hard, you don't beg, you don't borrow
Night at the factory, daytime job at McDonald's
Your daddy
Niggas should forfeit, forfeit
My new chick is so bad, so bad
She used to be your bitch, your bitch
Hear you haters talkin', but I just ignore it
My money,
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