Lyrics:
crazy
You got the nerve to say I ain't shit?
'cause I got no respect for a sorry ass lazy ass bitch
[Chorus with Mr. Bigg and females X4]
[Verse Two
the one to fuck around (fuck around)
All is fair in love and war
I'm in yo crib like bro man from
The 5th floor showin the four just chillin'
(uh) respect
the line at ketamine dont pull up with the Fenti
Don't bring up what happened homeboy I was off the Henny
I'll die tonight then come back by tomorrow like
servin' blows, we in zones
My mom didn't understand me
Boy, you gon' die just like your daddy
From two to the head, dumped in the riverbed
I didn't to hurt
chokin
Eyes kinda red blood shot from the contact
In a 67' Caddy bumpin Gap Band eight track
What you say nigga 11/5's in the house
So let me break it down
32 inches around, my neck
Guerilla Maab, all in my deck
Dougie D and Trae, just wrecked
A skeet taste, on 3D-2
Slowed down and chopped, by DJ Screw
Me
she gone shack it up for them paper chasers
Boy you know I'm unbossed, unsold
So take it easy when you talk to me from the horse
Four shots in the sky,
Proper ass amps ??? Alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high like
Alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high like a motherfuckin jet
Fuck a 9
the wind
Ain't no telling where I'll end
2 years from now so fuck thinking bout 10
Whole life could end
Right here right here
Never know when death is near
Two middle fingers to the opps that tried to play me
I got shootas by my side they stay off safety
Give a fuck bout what you say my niggas cut throat
Hook
Jay-Z:
This cru love, Roc-A-Fella til we die
As long as you and I keep it movin' like a drive-by
We can stack dough sky high
NIggaz can't touch what
Momma out the door, he says, call me Ray
Momma worked 32 from Thursday to Friday
Which means I didn't see her till Saturday
So forty-eight hours he can do
Shoutout to my brother Obacino know you feel me
This people no believe us
The government want to kill us
Nothing is working
All my niggas are working
Two
disappear
Contact lens so you can see me clear
Moving hard where like where the manager?
It's not safe in there
1 snitch bitch got to die
Keep 2 bitches down
supposed Non worth
As long as you brought a Number 2 pencil
Do the math it’s pretty simple
We got folks ready to die over the cities symbols
But what about
lying on the bed crying
Certain I'm fast about to die
"The Spring Cricket Considers the Question of Negritude"
I was playing my tunes all by myself
I
Sounds, répète-le trois fois,
J’laisse mon vernis sécher avant de t’enfiler 4 doigts
(Mick COMTE) :
When i pull up with tha zarrow
Gang gang Poppin 2 adys
do I do this, cause everyone wants this
Rockin the mic all night, cause it's me and my dawgs til I die
Every day it's the same, drinkin and feeling
do I do this, cause everyone wants this
Rockin the mic all night, cause it's me and my dawgs til I die
Every day it's the same, drinkin and feeling
got?
1, 2, 3?
I'm counting up
4, 5, 6?
Is that all you got?
Oh, wow, please
It's thanks to your hommies and your ambitious friendsemies
Living dumb in
I'm po'ed up and I'm off drank
Floating up cuz I'm off dank
Louie belt to hold the balmains
All apparel by Sauce mane
Bracelets - bout 4 rangs
Maybe two
arrive, or did I get a disease in some foreign countries
Belize, did you do this to me while I was swimming around
At first I was terrified
Scared for
to survive
We live, to win, cause if we lose, than we die
verse 1:
What's the word for the day homeboy
It ain't nothin but this killin shit
Tryin to get this
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