Lyrics:
you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me
jockin, now nobody's dissin
Written and produced by the new rap duo
Yes EPMD, now I'm known in school
I see the backstabbers, and the elderly creature
Gunpowder on my fingertips
Cocaine between my fingernails look, mama
What Schoolboy brought to Show & Tell
Ain't got no vest, protected by these
on cloud nine fuckin with me duke
Be sure that I'm the crisp man waitin to see Proof
Some say I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs
I'm gettin high
a blunt to celebrate
Feeling good my money in
Saving more then Imma spend
Hundred fifty get it big
Need it by the summer end
Profit with the the revenue
Get
from timid
Only make moves when your heart's in it
And live the phrase, "Sky's The Limit"
Motherfucker, see you chumps on top
Sky is the limit
the dollars and nines
I knew that I was goin' somewhere
(1970 somethin', 1970 somethin')
Let me take you back in time
Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts
by see I'ma be like buying her
shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
but see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time
Vash the Stampede
Grippin' sixty billion double dollars, I'm far from a scholar
But they still ask me to speak to the students in Harvard
"Oh, yeah,
games in it
Thirty thousand dollar Rolex with Wayne in it
Got a Benz and a truck, 20 on my feets
Plus a house by the beach that I barely see
Man, this
tryna give me
Flame top, Ghost ride
I can see that crazy ass look
In your eye
Say I ain't your type
But you never even try
Imma change your life, yeah
I
my next be?
40K on a Plain Jane, gold Presi'
Got the best seats, sittin' by the coach
Where the Nets be
Jumbotron, you could see the drip
Where
niggaz 'member
Earl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from Vallel
At every light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
on her fit I’m calling that a fashion
Buckle up and get your seat belt you better fasten
Cause I’m speeding by the competition see me passing
Waving as I’m
by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside
about month go by see I'ma be like buying her shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
But see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time
[Kaveo]
Bullshit ain`t nothin
You see we gone keep this thuggin
and mean muggin jump until it`s a done deal
You see E-40 and Sick Wid It bring the real
I'm just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for
Verse 1: Master P
Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
To high to see his
all he`s used to
Playtex rubber dishwashing gloves and residue, Biotch!!!!
(Hook)
[Kaveo]
Bullshit ain`t nothin
You see we gone keep this thuggin
was blind
I hit the L, then we yell out
"It wasn't my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one
You smelled blunt from my room door
Little Nasir was at war
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
sink flowin
Open up the top of your dome and I let it peek over
Clearest mind when I hit the blunt
Manic episodes leavin my brains train wreck
Style with
Bank Alert
Bank Bank Alert (Big C Made This Here For Me) Oh
Bank Bank Alert (Smuve) OoOOO Aye
Bank Alert
Geee
I woke up to a million dollar... Bank
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