Lyrics:
motherfuckers mind
I pop the 9, you pop the 9
And all y'all motherfuckers dyin'
We gon drive by
We walk up and do these Niggas out the game
We sell 2 shot,
Welcome 2 da area bfda coming to you
With them hectic bars, to pump up in your cars
Boyz from da area, moey bulldogs j-muscle sugar-d lil penrith
didn´t ever use it
and though the old days now seem better
though i once had life for two
i won´t touch the door behind me
blood kills the past
i can´t
momma I keep all the receipts
Fooled by the banks, drafted in the ranks
Can't catch a break, I'm Saving Mr. Banks
To raving reviews, I'll be on the news
many love and slain by bullets wit dead aim
I weathered the change.
Stormed through the streets in the range
Can't complain, a n**** live to die in da
that I'm big but I can do better
I will touch an M I will never let up
Jus know imma spend to get what I'm after, yea
Puff on the J then I'm on the way
My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy
Me and You
My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy
Me and You
[Daz]
Who can fade it, two assassins up
the roof's on fire put the pen to the paper
A fade with the J it's the live motivator
And from shore to shore and from sea to sea
And everywhere that we
I’m finna make it now
I got paper but I need money by the pound
Bout my money nigga please don’t play around
Bout my money please don’t play around
I
many hearts in gaining laughter
Since I was 6 been aiming big like JB Danquah
Amazing bars I do it off the top Kwesi Arthur
Allah, K3j3 Tema besi Accra,
All my niggaz with the flow
I put the game in a fold
Want the money by the load
Give me 20 for a show
J brazzy im on go
Know I put on for the four
Still
-=talking=-
Testin' yea let's do this shit baby
Shit I don't know I can't hear that shit
[Rydah J. Klyde]
You know my niggaz they control
and said to myself,
Why'd you have to leave me all by myself.
I know you you didn't know it,
Never said it before.
But I had a crush on the boy next
When I look at
You I
Know you
Have no
Flaws
Get me so
Excited
Fuckin
Bouncing
Off the walls
1
2
3
4
5
Tell me Why
Do u look surprised?
I'm
Not one
the side door pops open
and never mind why from front to back its slopin
and dont worry bout what underneath the seats
or how the insides done up in two tone
Mr. Mixx:
Ghetto Style Dee-Jays!
{Don't touch that stereo!}
{Ghetto} {Bass}
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
What's up, party people, we're back again
coaches gettin'
Kickbacks from scholarships and them slave ships
Hey Dr. J where you got those moves
Was it gettin' high in the schools
Can it be
to get by
No money in my pocket but I was still fly
Curled to my neck but I got respect
And now I stack fat sacks and ride around in a Lex
And oh my
Repeat 2xVerse 2 - J. Scott
stacks turns into ones
have you ever seen the money gone
trash bags full of cash
backsides full of a** shots
this is J
you're a lucky boy
This recipe yeah you know me
This 5-piece band called LBC
Rest of the world passes by saying the world does not revolve around you
with everything I touch,
I want to heal, I want to be whole
I want to live in a world where fear is obsolete
Where my blackness is not a crime
My goal is
smokin on the Mary J
Go burn down the stack to find the needle in the hay
You'll never get your dreams by sittin playin games
Paint your own picture then
me a reason to pick up my phone
And girl might be gone for a while
Can tell that you mad by your tone
I'll give you a map of road
Know that you lost
Kill his ass on purpose (Hah)
Let me shoot you in your head
It's gon' be painless (It's painless)
Two-tone baguetty
I ain't rockin' no more stainless
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