Lyrics:
Ashanti
Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
Tell your bitch I'm Mr. Biggs, my
Me and my pen
Will always rock together
Digging up bones
Sober or stone
Taking the words by storm
Me and my pen
Making marks that live forever
No
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Uh
Top, nigga
Spin it, don't compare me to these broke-ass niggas
I ain't never blow the whistle
Still see all my
pocket with the cash
He got a bankroll
I'm cashing out too many cheques
They start to tell me that
The bank closed
Me and Jsav was some youngins
When we
we live by the codes of Cobras
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, we're in Pensacola
The end is over, Coroner come
Gang but we live by the codes of Coberas
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, where the pimps are colder
The end is
shit
BigBouyy kulture all my side hoes thick
Don't tell me bout the past fuck retro shit
I really got the credit OGs call me G
Am two steps ahead make
I’m watching Albert bouta beat all on the desk like
The same way when I be beating on my chest right
Gotta love it can’t put nothing above it
Alfred
no clock
She look at me
When I walk in the spot
Can't speak to me regular
Turning it up
On the jet fuel so its
Never enough
Up in the stars
Galaxy live
chowder!
President’s in Dallas were killed by the howler’s,
As fowl dudes sip a sour chalice of Ellen Rimbauer!
Ya’ll shout ouch burn when I say fuck Matt
the whistle blow.
Nowhere job on a dead end street.
You ain't got a minute when the siren sounds;
Gotta get movin' to the underground.
But I gotta woman,
the scripture
John Cena; can't see me. I'm the sight to your stigmatism
I hate your isms. N***** praying to pictures
Be careful my n*****. Look too long and you
Woke up this morning
Me watch through my window
Many skylarking
And the wind blows
Woke up this morning
Me watch through my window
Too many dying
I hope and pray you made it to heaven
Like fuck that scripted shit we live
So I'ma preach like a reverend
Better watch yo' lips, come off the hip
Blow
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
thing I've lived by
And it's so real"
A little "G" to the "H"
"E" to the "T"
"T" to the "O"
Now tell me what you see
I'm just ghetto
I'm just me
the whistle too fake too fickle
Too late too little didn't wanna know
So I done it on my ones now the dirty work is gone
It bro bro
Tell me what the fuck is
paradise?
Four quarters, still a dollar in disguise
Frustration blows me, better than my bitch do
Tough tissue, gristle
Ref blow the whistle
You call it how I
up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live
And that's the key, but when you see me on the street
I ain't givin' you shit bitch, don't
up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live
And that's the key, but when you see me on the street
I ain't givin' you shit bitch, don't
relate
All my niggas wanna live in a better way
We been chasing dollar bills on a day to day
If they lock me up or I get killed would you let me fade away
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
the night
I got no energy to fight
You toss me gloves
Put me ringside
And you knock out all my lights
Ref blows the whistle
It's all over
I fall down
Like its
Is prolly some ZZZ and P's
Look at me what i ask her
Shawty look back
And tell me the realest G
But time is a virtue i hold dear the most snap Out that
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