Lyrics:
niggas ain't let me, I had to go kick in a door, yeah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze wit' my rich ass
That ho keep tearin' me down
When the time grew near, for me to show my love
The longer I stayed away for, hidin' from a word
I need to hear now, don't think I'll hear it again
already knew
That I'll keep you going
And the World War III and the World Series
Will make the same size headlines in the news
From all I've seen
Kill for me, you're still with me 'cause we get down like what
Told you's from the door, it ain't all about a nut
I'm gon' be fair, trying to be there,
down
With all of the bullshit confusion on the ground
I wish that I was high
'Cause I can't live my life when it's loud
So I'm gonna call the bros
rules in the game son, learn it young
When these haters speak yo name man burn dey tongue
Neva be ashamed of how ya live or where ya from
You stack
She may be in Louisiana by now
Louisiana aha
Yeah that's where the Lou in her name came from
Her folks had a really cute idea when she was born
But I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down to crush
days when Hell was my home
When Me and Mama bed was a big piece a foam
An mi never like bathe and my hair never comb
When Mama gone a work me go
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
emergence
Superlative, you fabricated like the word absurditive
I'm rockin' this from here to where the Persians live
To Brooklyn where the merchants live
in code when you on FaceTime, like the feds on the phone (oh)
Live a billionaire lifestyle, but I still give beats to your door
Lil' one got
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
goin' 4 fo' 4
And blow for blow
It's Silkk, Master P, and UGK
Front door, front row, slow it down ho
You know playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin'
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
I'm gone
Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle
Prominent premier, premium bravo
Watch him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though
to this
(Snoop Dogg!)
Ah, ah, see-walk to this
(Snoop Dogg!)
Bam, boom, watchoo gone do 'cause?
Guess I'm rollin' in with them baby blue chucks
was movin' when I passed that crowd
Comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot
An' I guess I shoulda gone ahead an' run
But somehow I
I'm a free man on the streets again
Chasin St.Ide's down with some Seagrams Gin
Life is like a dice game and I'm in to win
On the scene from the 41st
and I haven't yet begun.
You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live,
When I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give,
Dried
a Beretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva
I roll wit' my shit off safety - for niggas that been hatin' me lately
And the bitches that wanna break me
If Cali
The reason why I'm by your house
You threw your briefcase all on the couch
I plan on creeping through your
Damn door and blowing out
Every piece of your brain
through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin'
gone sailing
But heaven knows
Heaven knows everything
Tranquilize
I got this feeling that they're gonna break down the door
I got this feeling
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