Lyrics:
We could go toe to toe dough for dough hoe for hoe
But this is drug music where we only go blow for blow
I'm two one two and three o five all my people
as if you'd ever forget that
I can never just sit back I'm tearing up this track
I'm a man I'm a stand on my own two
You can't tell me what I can or what
to my momma/
Gotta defer from the drama/
Excellence is the goal, I'm focusing on my honor/
I opened up, to be honest/
I'm removing that veil/
Dropping
life
To live with scars
Til when dishonor hits the surface
I'd rather grab my sword and die to before
To grab a crew to grab a block
My pops got stabbed
life put the drug in Me
Roll up smoke a joint, thats the thugging Fee
Is anybody loving Me?
Apart from the Angels that he doesn't See
Night walk, hunt
was pregnant with you
And every other weekend I'd pick her up drunk from some other dude's
I'm not judging at all, and this is true
I'm just saying that
up, your vision blurry
If this is what you live for then I'm Sinatra
And if you rookies throwing up, you can blame the vodka
But I was stressing though
to eye
First to bomb, quick to unload
Expose my foes for being bitches
Keepin' niggas suspicious
Two Glocks is full of ammo
My army fatigues ready for
I'm from it's the same shit in a different day
Yeah
And I'll make you understand that baby, this is for real
You know sometimes I feel misunderstood
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
(Chorus)
From the ashes I rose!
Gutted a bunch of my foes!
I live by my own code!
This is the path I chose!
Never let a hater get to you!
Act right,
on)
And I pray you feel the same way as that 2Pac song
We ain't your hoes or your bitches, trophies, or meant for pimpin'
Recognize a gift from God
at the ceiling
Mac Lethal is
And no, Fox News is not CBS
It's all a bunch of blue-eyed not CBS
And yes
(yes) , I come from Kansas City, but no (no)
My friends
that you thought were your people and fought you will take you to your grave.
This is your final day.
But I say...
No, no more. Put it, put it down
to God I'm crazy
Yeah, now let me do this
Stand back while I do this
Yeah, let me do this
Stand back while I do this, yeah
We trap niggas, we live not
2 Unlimited
Ready, ready, ready for this
Feel the base, you just get closer
Be impressed by the words I chose of
Once again kickin' it live
deals in back quridoors
Selling lives by flipping quarters
Shoving us in tight quarters
Blaming us for not being contortors
This isn’t your circus
We
She gon keep getting this money
Cause there ain't anything else to do
All these niggas hating
Man what else is new?
See, I keep counting money
Cause
She gon keep getting this money
Cause there ain't anything else to do
All these niggas hating
Man what else is new?
See, I keep counting money
Cause
tryna get through the velvet rope
'Cause over here when the jams drop, everybody bug
Standin' on the couches like this our club
Got the Bacardi
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
paranoia so if they come
Then I dump, dump, dump
That really all I got for ya, this life is crazy
I might go Krayzie if I'm down, don't let them break me
So
smilin'
Her heart is for marz
Yea, I'm with all that shit
Uh, hotter then a tea kettle
With this little shit
Damn little bitch
Acting like she ain't
crossin out they shit like Spitz
Zee ?? rules this train, H-Town, this is my town
Booty-ass rappers like you bring my high down
So when I rock give me
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