Lyrics:
I was born in a place where dreams would go to rest
Kids were raised and the grown ups aged and everything was at its best
But time ticked on and I
First up it's the nuts up, what's up
To the niggas from the projects
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin' at another crime scene
Committed by
Yes it is, yes it is, oh oh
It's all about life
All about life y'all
What we gonna do
What are we gonna do
.. but somebody's gotta do it
Pimpin ain't easy, but somebody's gotta do it..
[Verse One]
I see lookin all good with a see-through dress on, nails
new guy's nice but she thinks I'm better, she's right
She said he made you block my phone
Even though I never did you wrong
I think he's scared I can
down
Made it through college ain't rocking the gown
I got the caps, serve by the ounce
I'm gonna tax, any amount
Bitch on my dick and she want all my
God please send me to heaven
Didn't get easier
When i moved to the burbs
New kid on the block
Damn right i was nervous
Trynna get in where i fit in
kids who can't go out into the public
Scared to get shot up while out enjoying chicken nuggets
She won't do a thing and makes excuses by the dozens
(And
Riding with the
Yeah, uh let's go
Riding with the
Tell me what you know about it
Got the new sound homie tell me what you know about it
used
shut up, do as I'm told
I guess I hit a new low, I guess I hit a new
You couldn't figure it out
I gave you all my trust
But then you filled me with
do you gonna do about a nigga like me?
A Slob run up, I say: nigga, that's the see!
That everybody know that I'm a muthafuckin' Crip
I got a Glock 9
Get my work
Den I get my fetty
Love my cheese
Boy its all about the cheddy
Cheddy.
Cheddar
Who can do it better
Shawty get it poppin homie
Only
do real things
If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end
It's all about cash,
a rebel in this bitch, don't you try to rebel with the kid
Bitch
I'ma boss and that ain't gonna change
It's still dues over paid 'til the grave is made
You
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Yeah..
I Don't Know What Heaven Like
But I know what it is to be here
And While I'm here, I'm gonna do
bite, sound bite
Like
Can't I just be me
They don't like it when you shine from inside
If they do, they'll ride
Came up on a greedy block
Now it's money
Uh-huh
Three 6 Mafia
We gotta do it for the ladies this time, man
Gotta do one for the ladies
They say we never do one for 'em
We gon' talk
I'll be out of here by July
Won't you kiss my kids on Christmas Day
Please don't let 'em cry for me
I guess the brothers are driving down from
and LeBron, a new great is on board
I'm taking on new heights, higher and higher
This survivor is about to set the world on fire
With my Ink Spot, spread
to go shawty I'm all about that fuckin' bread
Robbed so many niggas I got a ticket on my head
New boy on tha block, so you know my pistol be jerkin'
You
see
Pigtails and jumping rope in the neighborhood
Ice cream truck comes along that's gonna do us some good
It's hot as hell on the pavement boy when
that, and now we do it like this
Go inside your mind and find a time that you miss
And just, think about the steel in your fist
It's just an extension
niggas never really new about last
Road man 97s yea I do the dash
Side bag, 1 ski, skrt I never lack
My traphone wring like a door bell
Got bucktees
Is fallin to the flames of my rap incinerators
I'm afraid I got some bad news for crews
By the twos son it's hard like booze so don't snooze
I'm
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