Lyrics:
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought
So tonight I'm gonna party like it's
Nineteen ninety bad little hoes keep callin me Prince
Where the incense?
[Chorus: Truth Hurts]
Come 2nyte, we'll
when it's time do n****z
Comin' through like I'm two n****z, a true n**** f*** a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pa** that brew n****
I'm drivin' drunk
type person
We keep it live while y'all niggas be rehearsin'
Cursin' us, hopin' that we disappear
But we been in the game for so many, many years
the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Ninety nine problems but
the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Ninety nine problems but
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
how's that for a sound wager
I'm Jay Z on the dub I'm a pound caker
Brian Eno, Phillip Glass, a soundscaper
I'll be about later if you want a bout later
go
I don't know, Too many groupie hoes
Balenci on my toes
I just feel like fashion kills depression
Walking through, won't need a
Section
If you break
bricks, buy a crib for your mama
One too many enemies, they all for the drama
Count your money by the millions, way too many commas
All white Drophead,
Everything that I lay sound like it was made by jay z
Yeah that shit rock like we back in the 80s
Everything I do man I swear it so wavy
Its so wavy
Pacific
But this a hard knock life, like I'm Jay-Z
Bottles on ice, like the skate team
I had my mind made up since I was Eighteen
I know the music changed but
(Chorus 2x)
2 many bitches wanna see this thug
When I be
Ridin' (Ridin')
Glidin' (Glidin')
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94
(Blaze)
Bitches call me
I'ma chop out the pen with my crew (crew)
No mechanic, but I keep a tool (ah)
Gunna got hoes by the twos (got hoes by the twos)
Up the stick and don't
my chrome hit the light
X-ray vision, when I size niggas up
See two wheels fall off, when I ride nigga what
two four, three sixty five, hugging
their body
Forensics couldn't catch me if they wanted yeah (what, no way, no way)
I got too many bad ass hoes (what) and they're all blacked out in
runnin' through pints in two days
All of my hoes go two ways
I been that nigga since daddy had Nextel two-ways
Never consent to a due date
My white
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
bags
And ill take the deal
Yeah, still the same me
Catch me with a white girl like H3
They say i spit effortlessly like Jay-Z
See me with a Hublot,
forty if you run up, is you fuckin' dumb?
Thirty-nine hoes up in my DM, they can't get a crumb
I shot that thirty-eight so many times, my finger's goin'
the baddest
Ok foreign hoes and foreign cars that's my lifestyle
Crazy how my diamonds shining even when the lights out
Maybach two-tone this bitch came in
many clip
These hoes be mickey I wont take it from no mini bitch
See in my city everybody know AD
I'm hood famous but she treat me like I'm jay-z
I'm
on to the next
The beat made by Goat, Z-O-6 And I'm riding The coast
I'm finna get rich, so let's have a toast She can't Even breath cause my dick in her throat
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