Lyrics:
tried to be pros
Well I'm protein
And real live inserted inside rap and soul fiends
There's a million MC's in the world tonight
Who's not gettin' down
to the point Shit end up into ash
Finna boil like water in hot grease See the fact we dont mix say the Wrong shit we popping back
I cant chill by all means get
Rules to live by
You gotta just
Honor the code
When you get hot
Most people
Gone leave you
Out in the cold
Racing to the top
You hit a few bumps
Out
Desireé
You ain't no concern, I'ma wait and see what Heaven say
I got a brother by the name of Snicky Ricky Wade
He said - Bubba, real careers ain't
yeah I weigh me a ton
I got a check like first of the month
I got a check like some all white ones
Everyday I treat my time on a crunch
In this bitch,
Let down by a nation,
More interested in war in this nation,
When children are sleeping at railway stations.
No home or money,
They wish they could
And I can't put nobody hot as me, I'm being honest, G-God
Like this can all happen in the count of three
One, two, one, two, one, two
It's like I'm ODB
some bread in the passenger
Ask him why they look at her
The one hundred and seventy-one go by
Sent a text, snap back
Homie what happened, we said eight
All my life I've been carried by grace
Don't ask me how 'cause I can't explain
It's nothing short of a miracle I'm here
I've got some blessings
Yeah
Uh
Hey yo this is family shit right here man
This shit is family
This is my crew
You know what I'm saying
It's bout that butterfly effect
Cmon
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
servin' my cocaine raw
Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back
Twenty over now that's mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner without
get to squeezing
Devil on my shoulder I ride with some demons
Con la Maria ando bien al tiro
Sigo mi rollo ando en lo mio
I might just mix the Gucci
a place where the two of us
Are gonna live a while
Goodbye everybody goodbye
Down in California
Is a place where the two of us
Are gonna live a while
[Styles]
Ruff Ryder Nigga, Volume 2
We show niggas the meaning of ryde or die
So all that bullshit you talking, go head nigga
[Jadakiss]
You
Money makes the world go round
Money makes me do all things I do
Hang with my homies smoke weed drink brew
Ride down Belford one deep and ? crew
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
a 4.2, so with you I'm stuck
Went in the booth, truth? the only tool I trust
And that's sayin' a lot, cause Pro Tools be stuck
You grindin' hot, they wanna
Waitin for my next hit like a nigga boxin
(And the NEWWW!) On this mic you can see I'm blessed
Some say I'm the (One), like (KRS)
Shoutout to Clue, Flex
two, to try to stay alive
And now you trapped tryin' to play hockey with some tic tac's (Tic Tac's!)
And niggaz tellin' you to kick back and bend back,
from me
Take what you want and go
I took them stones you threw, made chains for the crew (ice)
I brought up ten hoes, this coupe only made for two
you to your motherfucking doom
They gon' put you on the news
They gon' send some channel crews
Take a look at your ego, it's one big bruise, ooh
I think
jump in the crowd
We don't follow rules
I do what I wanna do
Tokyo Asian yellow bitch, Pikachu
Ghost, peek-a-boo, go buy the Lamb, too
Two
[INTRO: [Kardinal Offishall]]
Don't miss the beat
Aiyo my eastside people let me hear yo!
I want to hear you yes (2x)
Aiyo my westside people let
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