Lyrics:
Yeah
I see you, big bro
I'ma kill these niggas, man
Yeah (haha)
Straight off the block wit' it
Eagle Street to be specific
I'm peepin'
pints & pounds L.I.E we mobbing round
Stayed down & came up & now these bitches wipe me down
Dope smoking since I can remember yea I been full of that
the plot, without plans
In the car, it's hard to read as a clock with no hands
How your man's goin' get up and stop with no yams
All it take is one break, it
cool
And half the chicks I hit, they teased me in school
I got a baby by a lady I don't even love a lot
Wish I wore three rubbers 'case
to stay positive but respect a body count
Always getting to the money
Flip man in large amounts
If a know me they know I keep a count
We gone grind, we gone
just want me ah chain yea
I just want me some money yea
I just want me some pussy yea
I just want me some weed
I just want me some lean
Money turned me
in ropes
Half don't have a daddy at home, half doing dope
Habitat and hazard, they having stones
Niggas hassling, running homes
Like a habit but
scissors
Separating horn and hoof as own arpeggiators
They piggy back the tombs of all your deadest friends and neighbors
By the getty image, green-cheese
can't knock it
Half the profit get flown out Vegas
Me and my niggaz try an' break tables
Stack chips like Connect Four
While you prick's try and whip
get me baked
I slid the blue strips and he never complained
He texting my phone like the money is fake
He said he gon' catch me but I think he can't
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
Verse 1
I'm a man of simple taste
I need no liquor nor wine
I'll never let a cheap pint go to waste
Cause any alcohol is fine
cnd when it comes to tv
ghetto life rough but mi tough like plank
Enemies ah plot mi just skank and flank
Mi nah trust nuff man dem heart fulla lies
Dem smile inna mi face but
Selling drugs for fame
That's the weak man's game
It's a shame
You got the chains on your brain
You're givin'
Drugs to kids and livin'
Half your life in
knife winning
I laugh when you fall, the shit'll be funny
I'll buy my bitch a new ass and watch her sit on my money
Man, all the bitches holla, they
Yeah
Armor-piercing, no defense against
Who his henchmen is, what they pension is
Concur by division, have his homeboy hit him
So close, he
(smashin')
He's in the back (yeah), he got the massive Glock (yeah)
He's on the left side, squeezin' the Macintosh (mmh, yeah)
Hollow man's back (yeah), you
need, all they want (yeah, uh-uh, uh, yeah)
Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (uh, look)
Nigga, money on my mind more than half the time
Ya'll can't derail Your blood money's irrelevant
Spare the details because I was born to be a gentlemen
But I'm not a gentle man
No I'm not a gentle man
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through
she pregnant and it's mine
I'm thinking she was lying by
The looks on her face
But she started paging me
Like every single day
She said her man going
By the light of a pale moon
Tutankhamen
Half past high noon
Tutankhamen
Put you in the picture, 1884
I'm up to date on the literature
But I
think about it, think, think about it
Good cops been framed, put into a can
All the money that we're making
It's going to the man
What man? Which
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