Lyrics:
and beam your loved ones to the fortune and fame you
are lookin' for. I mean the next generation ya' heard me?
Are you ready? [Yes I Am!!!!]
1st
into Paris
Honeymooning down by the Seine
Peter Brown call to say
You can make it O.K.
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain
Christ you know it
who're tripping
I know and it shows, I can look at your nose
And just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o
On the downlow
On the downlow
and I ain't ever felt number
Next thing you know a few years went by
I got letter in the mail from her saying hi
She told me how's she been, where she
tear then two tears then fucking to try and forget how we do what we do
You've been a million miles away from the day that we met
I was just lost up in
You know you ghetto when you front wit ya two-way
And gotta wash in cold water for the next two days
Shot, he was a lil' nigga eatin' the grub
it to my sister
Employ my nephew let him gain some wisdom
My son watching try to teach him you ain’t gotta be no product, of these niggas system
My
J.R. Writer:]
Ma I'm Wat you Been Missin In Ya Life
You Been Missin In Ya Nites
Plus I'm Lookin 4 Wat you Call A Ms. For Mr. Right
Ma Make you
pretty, all my niggas brazy
We sell that white, sell that brown, call it rice and gravy
Call me Tunechi Lee or don't call me at all
Man fuck all you
of shy
Cuz you see a crew of felons when you turn your head at five like
Biddi Bye Bye If I see these pass by
Billy Kid guy ain’t got shit on Poppa (HAN)
cocaine
All we know is gang bang
Robbing opps like Uncle Sam
Molly brown it’s got a tan
I’m standing next to Emiliano
And he smoking on some dope
KJC is
Some trust with him
So I can meet my two brothers and my sister
Emotional blister
From you being gone
From the day you died
Riley went to hide
Even
Miami and you know I got my heat hot
And I feel like spotem if I spotem he gone be got
And I feel like Spotem too cause I be riding with that G-shock
confront
Y'all niggas lunch, I'ma negate
'Less I am hungry, I ain't a bully
You got a 20? I got 3k i broke an artist
I'm Bobbi Brown, yeah, you Mary Kay
born
From Michelle Brown my mother hell bound
Grew with two sisters and one brother
Pop wasn't around
So many stories that's another
I'm thinking damn
two
Prayin for young souls to laugh at life through the stars
Lovin your kids just like you was ours
And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody
track I bring it to you direct
I kill you then the witness die next
Forty four bulldog get the five vex
You never progress if you only side bet
I'm trying
a lot of stuff
Lets put it all on the table
This how I'm callin' your bluff
What, what
Best of 3, point game
Im up 2
You D up, I sink shots
Shit on you
you ask me to lend a hand then I send two
You even look at us wrong things gon' get complex dude
I can kick an ass, don't make me scuff my dress shoe
If
like where the bomb at
Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back
Suck up the dank like a Slurpee
The serious bomb will make a niggy go
emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with p
Aiyyo strike two, my style brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you
fulla A books
He's passing folks on the street giving him strange looks
Encyclopedia salesman of the month he's been for 3 years
Big fat brown tie
on to the next
Verse Two:
I can’t believe I let myself get comfortable
While you were out here thotting, tryna drop it low
I got yo things packed, so
Pick em up by
that she gonna want next
Stand by, guy, high by, gotta flex
Yes, with a ass like that, you can ride with me
Motel 6, come and hide with me
Green, white
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