Lyrics:
been living right
Ain't been living right
Lost another fucking life they were too young
One mix dirty sprite
One pop xans and he calling it a night
on the road (ah)
Ten on his head, he'll be dead by the mornin' (by the mornin')
I can get dirty for the stove (ah)
Dior trench shit hang to the floor (ah)
by the same pop and mother emcees
While I got a lot of brand in my name, I'm recognizable
Leavin me the cash amount, that's quite sizable
Rich in
Hollow tip graze ell put a part through ya waves
Half Christian half killa half man half gorilla
I pop somethin do a nigga dirty for that scrilla
Now
that I ap-ply (ap-ply)
My peeps mass, karma N.Y. (N.Y.)
Check it out, you see you other emcees, sound like brother emcees
Raised by the same pop
I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you
of pliers
Then I roll on that ass like a spare tire
You on fire if you're woods and I done passed by you
Bitch, I be all up in your hair like a hair dryer
thuggish minds turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
keep me in a hanger
Always ready for the danger
Killing in style
Range Rover
Pop a bottle
Day over
Smoke a blunt
Start over
Fuckin’ shit up on the east
a pole it be by dick
Drippin In sauce
Marinade
These haters sour like lemonade
Lil momma hot
Serengeti
Know I could pop that bitch
When I’m ready
Chevy be
ready to (Mow)
You know they don't play
They ready to spray
Don't ever come by me I stay with a drac
I'm making my money it go to the bank
You getting no
Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh
Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh
Ooooooohhhh
Living life fast
But not fast at all
Time keep flying by me
Man where did it go
Taking each
Wait hold up, kill it
Motherfuckers always trying to guard me
I just wanna know if they ripping my routes off
You a lil boy, I can tell by the big
the land of the killers
By the look inside your eyes
You Never Felt Nothing Realer
Now shorty pop it
For your nigga
From the land of the killers
By the look
it pop, percolate
Makin' it pop, percolate
Flex
Rubber baby buggy bumpers, bumpin' the track
Sally sells her seashells by the seashore, she don't
left with me
But she said she ain't tryna stay
By the way
Couple bands
In my pants
Do my dance
I'm the man
She a tramp
Bet she pop it for a xan oh
She
Jeff
By the time I'm done with his ass, he'll have no blood left, yuh
Flipping open the top of the rock, as I'm looking out
See 'em walking, cock
back when New York was dirty
Hat low wit two box cutters in my certy
Queens was my residence, AQ
Marine Terrace, right by the water, the greatest view
and the hustlers
All connected by you we on defense
You might need this for protection by you
Got me squeezin' on this Eagle
Like a ketchup bottle
When they don't
do sound tough
I made it in the dark like Civil War surgery
Woke up in the same air you huff, early
By twelve o'clock the whole Earth felt dirty
'cause you're not mine
Leave you here by the stop sign
Misbehaving sit your ass in the seat
I've been craving some Portillo's to eat
Only pop a tab 'cause
of case suits
Gettin' loot
In a two piece multi national corporation noose
Around the neck of his pops
Got locked and dropped by a dirty cop
Stop
I
of case suits, gettin' loot
In a two piece multi national corporation noose
Around the neck of his pops
Got locked and dropped by a dirty cop, stop
Yeah, I
they can't run in
Know they gone like the wind
Frog eyes by my lens
Steppin' like some Louboutins
Peel the coupe, dirty Hen'
See the light shine within
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