Lyrics:
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
on the crews or with the uzi spray
These suckers then I cruise, my granny saw it on the news
She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move
I tried
on the crews or with the uzi spray
these suckas then I cruise, my granny saw it on the news
She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move
I tried to get
cause my weed
Come from another state
Pullin kush out by the pound
Girl it wasn't a 8th
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Stretch out your legs,
let me in
YouknowwhatI'msayin?
Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese
to me
Come back, I need you in my life
I miss you, I miss you, come back to me, I miss you
What's up baby? It's been a while
You been good? I've
let me in
YouknowwhatI'msayin?
Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese
Uh, tell me what your crib worth
I hear you talkin' war, but have you lived first?
I'm just here to keep it real, not make you feel worse
May be
B.I.G, look
The universe been throwing me all the signs except stop it
Niggas been plotting on me, but here's the plot twist
I can't throw fists no
Don't forget to remember me
(Drop it, Mary)
I don't mean to feel like this, don't mean to think like this
My heart just has to be sure
That the love
It smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach
You still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
We on the south side but North Phily though
Really though
Purp by the pound crack by the oz
I'm so fly all your hoes know me
It be me Oschi
Caddy truck
the shooters can get shot
Get shot quick
Even the shooters can get shot uhh
Tell em I got plenty arson to sell em
Heat by the fleet displaying it very seldomly
carrots for stuntin'
I'm the boss of your ghetto, black crow of this game
Slide me 200 G's and I'll do anything
I'm gonna live it up and all
Mom how your
Ayy, what you gon' do for some cash? Ain't heard? I send it by the drop (I sent it by the drop)
Dropped sixty-somethin' for my neckpiece (neckpiece)
call me big bank shawty Mr getHerGoing
Ricky Bobby on your ho and stanky
Leg up in her tummy
I be flyer than a and I be leer jet stunting
If it ain't
bitch so stylish
Niggas done mistook me for my stylist
And I know it's superficial and ya say it's just clothes
But we shoppin' in that motherfucker
wait for the D (I did)
She lick it up like she rollin' the blunt, so I made her go face it for me (let's go, bitch)
I fucked that bitch but she already
pica?"
tu me ore, toda vida
I kick it to her like a real thug should
bacardi limon, hydro in a black wood
my name is dot, you hot boo, how you do
like
wanna try it one time
Just one time...
Later that night he drop on by
He told her all he wanna do is come up and say 'hi'
(hi-hi-hi...)
Half an hour later
DVD's (ow)
The come-up was crazy
Don't get smacked tryna fuck with us
Fuck with me, baby (ayy)
It ain't easy, I'm goin' easy (oh, oh)
(Gangsta
Good golly, look shawty, aint no need for games
I know a n-ggas still young but I done seen some things
If it's cool to talk, let me ease ya pain
This is
Look, why I always feel that I'm hot?
Why I always feel I should drop another jewel
Like Martin on Blue Streak while
You dudes get tattooed with permanent
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