Lyrics:
you motherfuckers babysitted
I smash the critics like a overhand right from Riddick (yeah)
Come and get it, shitted on villains by the millions
I be
thick, I'm the one you go and get
Don't look confused, the truth is so plain to see
Cause I'm the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be
In every
these be the charms
Sheba, King Tut suite at the Khalifa
Tied to a chair getting burned by cohibas
A well dressed thug who run clubs in the Koreas
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
Mischievous soul who don't get it
So we spit it
Where the smoke is blowing loud and
The crowds are looking frigid
It's cold on the road
So the bars got to be
to get mine
Because she knows I'm not to be fucked with
She ain't crazy
Fuckin' with Dre should be pushin' up daisies
She was the perfect ho' but what
ya thot cause I'm worth about a milli now
Niggas think 'cause we dancin' 'round, niggas won't get shot
That's Bobby Shmurda, not Bobby Brown, known
livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
Raised as a youth, tell the truth, I got the scoop
On how to get a bulletproof, lickin' shots off on the roof
but moving on, let the truth be known
But they talked that freedom at us
And didn't even leave a ladder, damn
I work at the corner store
We all
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
I'ma get my blue cheese and I be dressing
I gotta teach these bitches a lesson
She fell in love, she saw a million racks
I made it out, I ain't going
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
We call all the shots
Don't nobody make a move
We call all the shots
Everybody get in tune
We call all the shots
This is late breaking news
We call
before I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, tell 'em
They may be hard of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now everybody's
of weak
Bitch niggas be afraid to speak
We the last ones left
Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone
That's on the one and only I keep the big homies for the phonies
So let it be known, from my hood to your town
That connect game niggas is straight
and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew
A million niggas with automatics who swarm through
You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert
know I be where the money lie
Eat where
The money lie, shit where the money lie
Sleep where the money lie
Bitch that's no lie, let the truth be told
K
Light on my toes
Left him ten feet
Part from his heat
Play it softly
The truth speaks through this poetry
For me to call shot
Cock block my life
the world, I was on the front raw
Run DMC show me what I wanna be
I got kicked up studio by Kool Moe Dee
The coat cross four in the tretch terrastry [?]
Give
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change
I've been in this game, it's a new day
And I'm making it known
The next town is 125 miles away
And these very words came into his mind. He said
By the time I get to Phoenix, she'll be rising
Oh, and she'll find
popping
Sarge hold your head, freaky seeky hold your head
The O.B.B.O., 151st Amsterdam holla at your boy
A.K. Jackie Rob, all my niggas in Harlem
Get
livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
Raised as a youth, tell the truth, I got the scoop
On how to get a bulletproof, lickin' shots off on the roof
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