Lyrics:
a man's craft
But just think before you laugh
About the money you're rakin in
There's young minds out there you're breakin in
Sorry, didn't mean a long
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son
Mopping them man are all outside boxing
Brain can't solve this problem
Big three eight it ain't milly rocking
S got nicked for a long neck
And got
like a business man
Kiss her feet, grip her by her neck, much than a gentleman, uh
Okay, saving up them bands again
'Cause I learned 'bout life and I
listen)
They took my money and my credit card
Now I'm poor
(Man I feel like a asshole just tellin' you this man)
Mama, I don't want to sell, crack no more
thoroughbred, played con like a pro
Man I'm tryin' to tell you, I had a money makin' ho
But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail
Had to sling a little
laugh
I came here for
money period
End of the day
we pull up to a fly crib
In a fly truck
Fly wife amazing kids
God is great my nigga
I made it
where the Henn take me, (we in the wind baby)
[Double D]
Stressing, don't come near us with that bullshit
Can't you see, we trying to make this money in
never been to me
And all you ever gave a fuck about was money
See
So now fuck you man, you ain't shit to me
And it's the day when I die
Of this hate that
Oi, you know this man, the only thing this man knows is gym and Hennessey, okay
So please don't fucking let us down at this point, Brixton
Because
off that high tec
All on autopilot
Growing up was hard to keep us kids way from that violence
But I ain't a statistic came a long way from the projects
Young nigga kicking shit Johnny Cage
We committed you won't see us for days
Backwood hit that shit to the face
Got my money I ain't never afraid
I
it real
Money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why
Preacher man could you pray for me 'cause I'm about to sin
My
running and he made a left
Was skeezing at top speed and ran into Mos Def
I slowed the young man down and I started: "Yo money
Yo, why you selling lies
(bands) bands
I keep a glicky right here by my side just in case a nigga wanna fuck up the plan
I am the (What am I, I am the man)
I am the (Yeah) man
I am
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
you must be suicidal
Money won't ease us
Man niggas even hated on Jesus
Living life on the road on the chase for the money
'Cause the hoes won't please
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
mix up my brand
I used to be broke, now I feel like the man
I ain't had no money, these bitches was playin'
Nah, I came up and that bitch is a fan
just wait till I'm in the mix
Ya favorite rapper by my side gone shout me out in the pic
It's gone happen too
Guess go hard and stacking paper what I had
Myself TheLocksta breach gang
Big up Blay Vision on this one
Cammy Riddim Freestyle
Let's get it
To book us o seven five two three me
But we ain't
PRO ERA!
Beast Coast and we 'bout to feast this summer
Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
This dough man don't need no oven
My dope-heads they
inside, yeah
Now it's time to make these people feel us
Grinding all four quarters tryna make a dollar
Is your money being long worth your life being
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