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on the crew (yeah)
She getting recycled, we gon' fuck her like she new (yeah)
I told my dog we gotta get back in the stu' (yeah)
We get more money, and these
forreal
Plan it and prosper
Praise be the sun
Boy I live by the doctrine
Zen niggas not for the talking
Ain't came here to play bitch so bring out
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015
Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by
way always
There’s too much love
Why can’t it be this way always
Run Lola run Lola run Lola run Lola run Lola
Wake up smell roses
It’s only us two
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
son
My skin tone should not make me any better or worse when it comes to the paternal instinct but
Because fathers like me are apparently extinct I get
snakes for years
Came to me wired up the feds got me tied up
Facing so much time I can't buy it up
Made bond now I'm on the run
Can't get no worse since
paint her face like a canvas (Yeah)
One work out and the other do dance, shit I'm finna go bananas
Scoot up to school in a new pair of Vans, getting top
Where I always complete the mission
Divine vision come up times ten
You see hating is a waste of energy
Gotta watch out for them frenemies
Can't get right
Chorus: Puff Daddy
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do
What you gonna do when they come for you
(Gun cocking) You'll see, (gun cocking) you'll se [2
we came lit and shit
Ouu we came lit and
Ats) we up in this bitch
Moko ny33 w) we badass
Can you pass me the juice
Wanna dance with the crew
While we
Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
"I
‘em
You and all your pricks are full of fluff, just flowers
Set em’ up by one, I’ll pick them off
Chorus
So you dance with angels? I dance with
start the party
What you waiting for now?
Start, start, start the party
Come on, come on, live it up
Let's start, start, start the party
I know you
start the party
What you waiting for now?
Start, start, start the party
Come on, come on, live it up
Let's start, start, start the party
I know you
Focused on this paper, money transactions is what I'm after playa
Was taught as a youngin' to move smart and get my weight up
Federal reserves papers by
Ro
Now on with the show
(It's Tha Liks baby)
(It's Tha Liks baby)
One two, one two
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide
Ralph M
(break that bitch) after I get my thang and that's right.
[Girl]
I know that's right, right, right, right.
Verse 1:
[Daz]
Woke up one bright
the whole stu-
Got the fresh look down and the whole new
Hit sound and you up out the whole crew
Get loud so you know I'm trying to hold you
We dependent
Bonjour
Aloha
What up
Allo
I go by the name of I need money
And oh by the way I left the timeclock runnin
I'm tryna see more M's than a cooking show
yo, it’s crystal clear my flow is proper
Muthafuck a blue collar Oscar tryna cop a dollar
For tomorrow if you got rhymes come on you gotta holla
1-2 1-2
to be
I bet you'd still feel this way, not in the right place
Point is you can't get so hung up on where you'd rather be, you forget how to make the most
yo' city, when it get gritty
They like to swang that stick, son
But in my world, when that smoke furl
We pull up with them six guns
Masked up at your
I'm just focused on my next moves
Come next tues with another two
And get some more tools introduced
Oh My God
Diamonds falling from the sky
These
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