Lyrics:
the streets head first
Snatch the game by the fukkin throat
Silverbak motivation
Shit on thess fukkin hater
Some niggas think they popn
But them niggas
it on some ol' high performance, Catastrophic
Get some stunts, turn some tight ones, blew a head gasket
[Chorus:]
It's fo'-oh and C-Bo, quick
joke
Before a nigga fuck', yo, I got some head (What?)
Took me to the crib, laid me on the bed
I knew this was a rich lil' whore
She gave me $100, but I
clearly understands their power
They're payin people by the hour
To sell, to lie, to try, to stand up and deny
They are gettin everybody HIGH
High
never tried
She sittin' there tellin' a motherfuckin' lie
I said baby don't you worry just get down on your knees
Cause some warm head will turn me up
we finna do this shit like this
It's like I tell my niggas
Keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a nigga
Young dumb and gettin riches
What
Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya
Up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes
Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head
Straight to the white meat but
bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young but still a
Victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any
the dead
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Nigga almost lost his head, yeah
Gotta run, gotta fly, gotta float
Channels on top of the dresser
get in the mud
Where the road ain't high
Gotta do a little getting-by
Till the gettin-you's gone
Ain't no way around
You gotta go head on
And as I
pointing fingers off at your trial (damn)
My Rolls-Royce with my driver in it
Gettin' fucked up 'cause I ain't got to drive (yeah)
That Kendrick on them
' head, gettin' hella dank
I drop my top when it's hot and sunny
So how you talk shit when you ain't havin' no money
I set trends in the rap game bitch
that's over her dreads
I'm not tryin to talk, I ain't Ted
20 bands and he's gettin his head took
Pitbull nigga, he's gettin his head shook
Interrogation
baby worth
Enemies and the fiends gettin' served
Say grace, bow your head
Baby, I'm a God, amen
Baby, it's just
Baby, I love you (oh)
Baby, wanna
no, no, I don't wanna be alone)
I don't wanna die alone (oh)
No-no-no, no-no-no
Tell me, what it's head for?
I just wanna bone her, get it 'til
Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz
I ain't gon' lie I'm fucked up, if we all die then we all shall
But only one thang gonna get us by and that's
I'm a free man on the streets again
Chasin St.Ide's down with some Seagrams Gin
Life is like a dice game and I'm in to win
On the scene from the 41st
on the run and he's got a gun
Stay out his way unless you want some
See, he's gettin' older, a bit more bolder
Got his name written up in the 5-0 folder
A big
Eve, by the leaves, every 6 with the year
Girls and boys full off joy with the season cheer
Smell the sky, hella pies and cakes gettin' baked
To be
you’ll ever play
Limousine is standin’ by
We get inside and drive a while
F.M. station soundin’ good
And gettin’ better every mile
Hotel lobby looks
with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see this
I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller
Big ups
tinted
These fake rappers gettin by with
These hell of a gimmicks
They act like it's all love
Only love is your money
So when it's over, are you a thug
a free man on the streets again
Chasin' St. Ides down with some Seagrams Gin
Life is like a dice game and I'm into win
On the scene from the 41st side
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