Lyrics:
fuck around kill your whole team
But cash rules everything around me I'm just tryna go and get the cream
I'm just tryna go and get some green
Why these
gotta choose in this business
You ain't gotta play by rules man forget it
I'm venting if I put on my pen y'all better get to stepping cuz
I'm betting
on pain, Get on shame, Get on bane
And just you keep trolling, I don't want your deal
I stand by my truth-ah, cause I am the rule-ah
Of my state of doodah
Harm me with harmony
Dave drop a load on 'em
OPP, how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have why'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O
Bust out the gate
The wrist froze from flipping O's
You know the rules let the jewels go smooth
They never should have sold
You dudes Pro Tools
These
on pain, Get on shame, Get on bane
And just you keep trolling, I don't want your deal
I stand by my truth-ah, cause I am the rule-ah
Of my state of doodah
Hey, hey!
Front Yard, ye!
This is the Front Yard, oh!
Front Yard, ye!
This is the Front Yard
Front Yard Ballas o mueres o matas
Ain't no time for
Started off as a little nigga
I was out to get it
Had a half a rack at fifteen
I turned around and flipped it
By nineteen I was trapping hard
under the rainbow
Where is our youth now
They say love is a losing game
But I play with my rules you know it honey
I have what I want thanks to my fame
diligent, played middleman, now I'm thanking my God
The bag is infinite, zeroes and o's we past illiterate
Going for goals, the score is unlimited
Sorry
scented by the bills
And I'm a pimp I brought bitches and the condom strings
No bargain man I stick to the deal
I'd rather catch a kill than loose a mill
jag är VD
Nästa steg vi är serie, yeah yeah
O livet är för kort
Varje dag vi begår brott
Jag fick sitta och en gick bort
När vi äter de är well
group, we was the l.O.X. Crooks
I'll slap a hundred dollars on the whole blocks books
And know the block shook, when I walk by
Niggas just like you they
ringing seven O's
A two-comma nigga
With heavy dough
Woah
Pitching shows to Warner
But that shit is too slow
If you tryna make a movie
Nigga let me know
an nowaday, these Childs want to live like Mr. Kevin....o.t.
With mad
G's...push a 7 or a Legend.....Yo, was
It the buddas?...stick up niggas with
not amusing
There's always those that spoil our games
By finding fault and calling names
Always accusing
They draw attention to themselves
small
I needed anything he was the first I'd call
He was down the road with me
If I got in beef
By fucking them hoes with me
He was H-O-T
Kept it real
gun-blazin berkuance
Hurt you with new school flavor, supported by old school jewlels
(dominated) by true school rules
Faggot, do you have it? look I'm
about that homeboy?
We, made it easy to trace it, we back with the basics
It's hard to replace it - you know exactly what it is
Uhh M DOT, O DOT,
third O'Byrne, I'm diggin' in
That's what I'm sayin' by the rebel hip-hop,
We up off our knees and ya know we won't stop.
Brought it back
the lady's just like you. Oh!
What's happening ladies?
What's up wit my lil shorty's.
It's your man Nick Cannon on the beat.
Yeah.
I'm here wit Romeo.
O
Intro:
same niggas always hatin on me same niggas im sick
and tired of this shit im tired of bein embarresd by
des niggas they betta not cross me no
the motherfuckin' monster is back
Blow for blow, handin' out these deadly heart attacks
My csian brothers are dealin' out a heavy game
We don't want fame, it's either
breath
I got fresh and sold powder
So I guess I'm powder fresh
Wanna play the game of death homie
That's without a ref
Without the rules
All I know
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