Lyrics:
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
that be steady stackin ends
rollin Lexus or Benz with rims and know how to keep it lookin good
Go on witcha fine thick ass
Somebody gon' snatch you so
him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished
You took
when I whip, my supply is good
The man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin' the hood
Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood
Benz parked by
is foolish, that was my views
I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon' get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain't a star,
with her toes out
Rich nigga, I come straight out the poor house
Trap goin' crazy right there by Morehouse
Dead and Me, Ced and more ahks
Bought
the genesis in the beginnning
Two turntables and a microphone
To the mercedes benz and a big home
Dj Tomekk is on the throne
And the girls they won`t leave us
my mother with that mouth
Come home Mr. Marlboro Red
While we all sing the washboard blues
You're at the motel getting ran through
Rode by saw your
time I got to do something
I look for work
I get dissed like a jerk
I do odd jobs
And come home like a slob
So here comes dogg his gold is shivery
the blaze of gunfire
Will not retire till I'm paid till I reach the pie
When we ride we fly by bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
that's my home
Give a fuck, No I don't
You do you that's beautiful
My bowl piece stay clean like the Benz sign
My bowl piece stay clean like the Benz sign
up I got
The toaster by the bar
I get cake cuz I always got a hustle
I pump weight and I ain’t
Talkin’ ’bout my muscles
At the club every day but that
My Death Row Chain got a pharaoh face
Medalion you mad we on yea daddy home
Little daddy got to put his family on
Told my mama I'm her daddy too
I
till I came with a smacker one bitch slap since you wanna be a slapper
Came in the Benz yeah I came like Spragga, big Thor hammer tryna make man scatter
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
Kane:
The ghetto's tryin to kill me
That's why I stay faded and stoned
Cause when I leave the house I never know if I'm comin home
Bullets
the Benz
Her Jimmy Choos had me convinced
I said she was pretty
She love a nigga compliments
I had the thing with me, she didn't know
By the end of the day
for the money two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz ain't takin that shit no mo' they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna
a Gucci rag
Tied to my belt loop and my Louis bag
Full of stacks rubber bands round big cash
Got a sick swag tell the haters get mad, come on
We in the club
make it rain
So much money they think she's insane
You a 7 digit nigga if you holla at a brah
With a 7 digit figga you should come in by the bar
I'm
swallow
Tonight I'm living life like there's no tomorrow
Got a couple girls in the Benz
And they all got friends, headed back to the condo
And I make
and still be freakin'
When I leave out the door you ain't gonna try to be sneakin'
If I go to jail you can ?? my people
I need you Lord till I come home
get home, dial it up
I'll be your man and you can be my lady and you can come to my house, and we can get busy baby
Girl forget about your boyfriend,
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
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