Lyrics:
because tell em don't give A fuck
I really run It up N I'm focused yeah on dem bucks
I'm wit da gang, I'm wit da crew
Tell em niggas just try ya luck
hatin I oughta get in his dirty denim
And prove what I'm only here to stack bucks
still never trustin a smile and huge butt
You only live one life so live
life is up
These cops take your life away
and lock you up for fifty bucks
This the world we live in huh
This the shit we given huh
Thorough thoughts
[Verse]
Riding down the dusty road, bluegrass in the air
Got that banjo bumpin', feelin' like a millionaire
I'm in the countryside, with my crew by
the children by the mall
I hear the rumors saying "Priest be on some other shit
Trying to unite the bloods and crips"
To show 'em how to overthrow this
orders, give em new wine, take a sip
See a stranger in need, give close, drink and feed
Shelter and compassion, we live to wash feet
Ain't no time to press
how many horses live official
I run with generals who flash Uzis in interviews
My shit is deep, we fly, swiming, dude
Verse two gotta be all murder
juice (juice, juice!)
Hoes by the two
They looking at me like I'm coming with you (fool)
I do not fuck with your crew
I don't come in peace but I'm
you got 10 mill
I shine so bright I blind ya
Cross my crew, we'll find ya
It's a motherfuckin shame
My dominance to this game
I live for gun smoke aroma
couldn't live on the bone
Oh what a way, hey, today you gotta get your own
By any means, I mean I have to get the green
My sneakers used plus I was tired
she bitter
New bitch got a hour glass figure
Police see the sticks on my couch come get em'
Niggas be hating 'cause they know that I'm winning
Picked
doin the freak, I'm two deep in the Jeep
with the junkyard crew, gettin somethin to eat
We lose sleep to pay dues, at two dollar venues
Ten dudes, one
breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet, y'all, incomin' call
Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by
It's time to bury another
Presidential candidates can't debate
Over this instrumental
Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all
When the music's dead I'll have Ted
Nugent's head hangin' on my
Hustling by the building
Just stacking the money up to the ceilin'
Ain't no penicillin finna hit 'em
When I'm dealing with em ask Yung Berg
Where we go
I should prolly walk round with a 40 by my side
Not for self defence I’d rather choose the time I die
Live it up everytime that I’m back in the 65
education might save 'em
[Chorus: x2]
I've known you your whole life
You drawn to that street life
Slippin' away, slippin' away
Slippin' away, slippin'
instrumentals
Blowin good out the window in a four dour sedan
Green in my hand
Man I'm sticking to the plan
and that's just how it be
Rollin round town just
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
that I'm a nigga who don't handle biz
We live by the trig, we die by the trig
Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
I break crews goin' chop
this it`s simple
I drop science on the instrumental
I take seven ill drums put `em in a line
And add seven more snares to make it combine
It`ll take
show em how to live
This is for those who stand in line and feed their babie's(i know)
While were runnin out of time
This is for the unjustice behind
be alright, my crews get you fived and live right
I'm ill, so watch the bad boy spill the phil's
What is it? Mad verbal off the fifty-fifth hill
So
diss me
Then the shit is up
2pac, '96
I'm a hit em up
They talk slick see the stick
Then they switch it up
Can't change on the gang
I ain't switching up
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