Lyrics:
a drive by ain't shit
We stay to the slums
Steal wine from a bum
Sell dope to a basehead
His money comes from an armed robbery or a BNE
But how he gets his
Do just what I tell you
Don't come in any closer
And no one will get hurt
'Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two
A rebel I be one
folding up
Lifes bout gains gotta hustle to get my muscle up
Bars Im on it like calasthetic kings real spitter doing my thing produce tracks dance sing
folding up
Lifes bout gains gotta hustle to get my money up
Bars Im on it like calasthetic kings real spitter doing my thing produce tracks dance sing
mack on with two red sleepy dices
And for busters, it ain't no love
We fucked up off of 40's and joints of bud
Off to the store to get me a 4-0
raise the bucks
Peel money rolls 'til our thumbs get the paper cuts
Chill retardo, South Beach Gallardo
Teals started up, go brr like it's Nardo
The flame, the hustle, the pain, the redness in my eyes
When the pressure comes down, you throw the towel in
But for me and my crew that's where the work
Bboys and bgirls, everyone even if you new
The sound pounds around
Profound ground found
Surround you with the crew
Get down with the grooving
Creating
folks try to fucking get touch
We pulled licks and such to live plush
Rush out with it yea we get it rob niggas mob niggas
Slide triggers to the right
were rappin'
Way up to the last day's we'll still be rappin'"
[Abstract Rude]
Underground news updates on the hour,
they come around the crew I see
spray
Slap hands with my mans by the walls we play
Now, waist chains and cami-flauge complete sag
Live pools, my squad rules
From solar to lunar, cheap
[Madchild:]
Who raised by wolves, trained by gorillas
Caged fighters, gangstas and killers,
Skateboard kids, successful drug dealers,
Pro
our own country let's start a revolution let's get out of here let's do Something
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my niggas in the world
up)
Hop on this lap (uh, skrrt)
Geek it up, geek it up (skrrt, skrrt)
We ride an Uber like cab (Uber)
Drivin' by in two or three jabs (drive)
I can
Candyland, it's Slimm, the southpaw triggerman
Flippin' work and whippin' weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
Chop them hoes and then you skate, back
cncient is your tradition
c nation of millions,
Its going to take a nation.
Verse 2:
The world we live in
Racists puppets and henchmen
The people can only
and we said look at that fucker dance."
It takes one to know one
It takes two to tango
Three cheers for the DJ
cnd four on the floor
Five fingered
wheels I pull up I'm ripping the streets
That girl came in here with her boyfriend bet she look better with me
When we ridin get too faded I told you
the flavours
Buying ice to keep it chilly while we drive home
DJ come and get me, got a big load, got a big load
DJ got a loud sound
I was picking up
good
Ride on 20's with TV's
Leather interior and wood
Rolexes, at least ten G's on a necklace
Pullin up at the club in
Two Caddy truck stretches
My click
and the register?s low
The bartender don't have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day
Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
came to fuck up a check
I wanna see you work it I wanna see sweat
You only been stripping to get out of debt
One dance with a nigga like me you set
A Hollywood wife
On the come up
I dont even kiss
But I'm passionate
You passin it
Are you tryna
Smash or fit
Jealousy warder
I never had it growing up
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