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on roof
Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof
Dat boy had it hard no facade, it's da truth
So now when I menage and get massaged just to proof
Nigga playin' around with the gang, put his ass on channel five
Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9
Patty cakin' by the hoe, that
Nigga playin' around with the gang, put his ass on channel five
Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9
Patty cakin' by the hoe, that
the photo album
You remember all the good old days? K Swiss and Polo down
And Mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help,
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
by who all down fa ya boy/only ones with a problem is the ones who envy me/play with chickens you don’t wanna beef with me/a certified steppa since 04
Uh! He heh
Master P and Treach nigga
It's all family baby
Get them Naughty boys I got the No Limit Soldiers
And when we posse up these
was rated P.G.
Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down
Take me to, Ghost here they come now!
Er! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch,
forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Last name Ever, first name Greatest
Like a sprained ankle, boy, I ain't nothin' to play with
Started off local,
bury me in the Bury
You know that this the side
It's Holly love
I'm by the hive in the midnight
Free Sina
He the man man
Can't Get Right
R.i.P Rash
Cedar Elm
West side trees sprayin' all the fleas
That's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
So niggaz watch yo' ass at that center divider
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our
right back (Bow, bow)
Rip man's neck, boy you don't know bad like that
Go home and slide right back
Rise and attack or bake and frass
Hop out the back
any bitch who like the color teal
How’s that for a meal
(Hey)
They said on my first album I went easy
(How?)
By buying kids, evading taxes
(Yeah, that’s
Bet your dime on a dollar, my haters got them Shoppers, bad bitches in them pilers, rocking
Fendi and that Prada
Your baby mama lost, they say a real
I swear the po-po threw my homey in the slammer
Did him bad, wish I had my candid camera, made me mad
Vanilla be swarmin like bees surveillance
Eternal
Slice you like an imp I'll piss on your grave
Like it's a urinal
I fuck bad hoes like it's a chore
These lousy wenches keep me bored
Stuck in my
Dallas, Houston look man
It ain't a god damn thing being took
From the bad boys of Houston so go ahead and dial a crook
And watch some niggas spit
sittin' in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)
I be hittin' they daughters
funky
Yeah, it's a Bad Boy thing
My man Raj on the remix tip
Yeah, big shouts to the uptown crew
Ugh, to all the people in the Bronx and nation
Funk
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
Just keep the faith cause now we rhyme with God
Plus you owe it to yourself and don't forget the kids"
That's when I opened up my eyes and new Bad Boy
Just keep the faith cause now we rhyme with God
Plus you owe it to yourself and don't forget the kids"
That's when I opened up my eyes and new Bad Boy
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