Lyrics:
to the dope fiends
And crack to the crack heads by all means
Hustling, getting money was a part of me
Right through my blood, like some veins
I got all these sons, no baby mama, this shit get crazy, man
You was always on that shit in school, why you ain't stay the man?
When I pour this pint
It's hard sometimes trying to be a geezer
A good bloke
Five pints down the local pub
Laughing at a filthy joke
And sleeping around
Just so that
glocks
Save that preaching man cause yall can't change us
I was wilding i was fifteen
Uh my scale big, it was sixteen
Half a ounce got my motherfucking
glocks
Save that preaching man cause yall can't change us
I was wilding i was fifteen
Uh my scale big, it was sixteen
Half a ounce got my motherfucking
In my feelings
Dirty system tried to hit me with the needle, man
Always losing my people man, deceitful, man
Take your boys back to beefing man
I starve
Is that it? Is that what you're tryna tell me?
Ayo, moccasin money, one man behind the plate
Hold it down, honey-shallah, rock the half
Whassup man? Always listen to that shit?
That thug criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me
Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame
of me
Time goes by so slowly now, and half my life
Is still ahead of me now
Your money bought me time revocable
Now the consequences looming are
em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap
I could realIy could kill a man,
Pain makes money when the music lands, expand,
Pay me my cheese rains down, parmesan
Followed by seven, seven whole
"So tonight
I wanna talk to you about the relationship
Between money and peace"
A lot of people say it's not about money
It's about peace! It's about
the G's, a couple bricks on my sleeve (yeah)
When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme
A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money
to creep through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolve
With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5
Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready
the good die young do the bad die old? (Let me know)
I'm just trying to carry my load another good nigga livin' by the bad guy code
Lookin' for the Lord
half a bottle doesn't make you any taller
Buying another whiskey will only make you poorer
Sore head next day won't do nothing for ya
Sitting with
Whassup man? Always listen to that shit?
That thug criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me
Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame
bags and a digital scale and
Rubber bands all by the money counter
Got raid spray you know how the bugs be
Got a fan in the window by the love seat
And I
Just 2 more months man, we was good money
Now he can't go to awards and meet stars
I'm all alone now ridin' in luxury cars..
Life like a movie now
Angels riding by my side, can't get packed out
Toe to toe with a demon n he tapped out
If he coming for the fam then we gon act out
I've gone too far
Half-pints to half a gallon, we drank the whole bottle
That's why them hoes holla, they know I'm 'bout a dollar
And they might, get to ride Impala, only if
(Lloyd Banks)
By the way, man, it still feels like I've been dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence
on that potent me myself and some compadres
Crashing the Harley, I'm blinded by wrist
Big Money Money got me like new phone Who Dis?
She's calling me fake
miggidy-man
Got plans to blow, solidifying all positions in the game
Like coalition, stiggedy-stop look and listen
[Erick Sermon]
To the hot shit, I'm
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