Lyrics:
To watch the world just pass me by
I'm on my way headed in the right direction
Take it day by day got no need to be stressing
I learned one lesson It's
way to play is gritty
I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850
My whole commity like to puff l's and look jiggy
Who wan' test this? my semi
the symphony
[erick sermon]
Yo p!
Time to rock, the sound i got, it reigns hot
Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and muscle my way in
Yo, aye yo, I live by the sun and I'm a' die by the sun.
Can't be livin' by the gun, man I never even held one, but does that make me less
only one way
that I'll ever pay that's your death
As you know this rigormortis by the man named in the chorus
I gotta be the baddest of them all never
me bitch, ‘cause my screws loose
Why he buy a gun if he ain’t never finna shoot it
Only way I’m voting, they legalizing prostitution
Fuck a bitch
thinking
About wanting to be with you
As the time went on by
All those dreams just wouldn't do
You put a spell on me
So blind I cannot see
You got my heart
(808 Mafia)
Uh, walk in that bitch with a black tee
Walk in that bitch with a black gun
Walk in that bitch with a black freak
(Walk in the, walk in
someday you'll find your way
And we can clean the slate
But it was my mistake to put my trust in you in the first place
What did you want me to say?
The Boulevard/of Foch
Trying to make my way to the top/
Of Hip-Hop/while trying to avoid the gun shots/
1987 my mom figures/If her and my Pops were gonna
tripped and my grooves shot
But it don't matter when your rockin a huge cock
Call me the mailman girl I gotta package
The way I recite my words you swear
a yout was murked
He got clocked by the ops and shots popped
Now there's chalk lines on the block but they're not for hopscotch (No games)
So it's hard
that I never should be
We used to seed a tree and watch it grows
It falls the way it leans
Pondering of the things we said we'd do
And all the things
sparking cause we got a gun range all in my closet
I be balling with my partners we be hooping in my closet (swish)
Full court press like all the suits
Yeah yeah
Oh oh
Yeah yeah
Prende (prende)
Olvídate de la gente (olvídate de la gente)
You say I can have it my way? (Have it my way?)
Solo
all them bleed like us
All I know is niggas keep on dyin' and they believe it's us
All my lil' bro know is shoot his gun, he don't need no weed
[Chorus]
I got a part to play
We going hard these days
F*** the harder way, we doing it the smarter way
To my god I pray
That's how I start my
(don't know who it is)
Ayy, money on the way (money on the way)
All I see is hundreds all day (all day)
Top chef, fish sauteed
Condo in L.A. (ayy)
Fractured by fraud
Governed by none
Do you feel save?
Do you feel free?
Do you feel discarded by a two-faced society?
The system is dead
Gun to my
Five o'clock till two We be on a move can't mess up on the groove you got to keep yo Cool Cuz we be moving weight the guns up out the safe if police
it my way, I wrote the book
These niggaz shook, these niggaz stunned
Golden gun nigga, reload the gun nigga
Hold the drum nigga, it's a tommy gun nigga
without the Need of a Bullet
Scared of us just cuz were not White and Were Hooded
Judge a Book by its Cover, Even though You Shouldn’t
All Rappers Care
shit if my gun click all why y'all run quick
Why y'all just talking
Boston, Harlem, Own, Sparking
[Chorus: Black Rob (Benzino)]
If ya real, ya
homes, it was the end of me
Back in the days, i'ma say like around your age
-what makes you figure that?
Yo, I used to move the same ways
Carying guns
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